Siuil, A Ruin
I wish I were on yonder hill
'Tis there I'd sit and cry my fill
And every tear would turn a mill
I wish 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
Siuil, siuil, siuil a ruin
Siuil go sochar agus siuil go ciuin
Siuil go doras agus ealaigh liom
His hair was black his eye was blue
His arm was strong his word was true
I wish in my heart I was with you
Siuil, siuil, siuil a ruin
Siuil go sochar agus siuil go ciuin
Siuil go doras agus ealaigh liom
I'll dye my petticoats I'll dye them red
And 'round the world I'll beg my bread
'Til I find my love alive or dead
Siuil, siuil, siuil a ruin
Siuil go sochar agus siuil go ciuin
Siuil go doras agus ealaigh liom
Siuil, siuil, siuil a ruin
Siuil go sochar agus siuil go ciuin
Siuil go doras agus ealaigh liom
Siuil go doras agus ealaigh liom