歌词
I wish I were on yonder hill,
‘Tis there I’d sit and cry my fill
And every tear would turn a mill.
His hair was black, his eye was blue,
His arm was stout, his word was true.
I wish in my heart I was with you.
Shule, Shule, Shule, Aroon
Shule go socair agus
Shule go kewn
Shule go duris agus ayliglume.
‘Tis oft I sat on my true love’s knee,
Many a fond story he told to me,
He told me things that ne’er shall be.
Shule, Shule, Shule, Aroon
Shule go socair agus
Shule go kewn
Shule go duris agus ayliglume.
I sold my rock, I sold my reel,
When my flax was spun I sold my wheel
To buy my love a sword of steel.
Shule, Shule, Shule, Aroon
Shule go socair agus
Shule go kewn
Shule go duris agus ayliglume.
I’ll dye my petticoat, I’ll dye it red,
And round the world I’ll beg my bread,
Till I find my love, alive or dead.
Shule, Shule, Shule, Aroon
Shule go socair agus
Shule go kewn
Shule go duris agus ayliglume
Shule go duris agus ayliglume.
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