Orla Fallon - Siuil A Run | Текст песни

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• Orla Fallon
• Siuil A Run

I wish I was on yonder hill
’tis there I’d sit and cry my fill,
'till every tear would turn a mill,
Iss guh day thoo avorneen slawn.

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Siuil, siuil, siul a run,
Siuil go sochair agus siuil go ciuin
Siuil go doras agus ealaigh lion
Is go dte tu mo mhuirnin slan

>>(in phonetic gaelic)
>>Shule, shule, shule aroon,
>>Shule go succir agus, shule go kewn,
>>Shule go dheen durrus oggus aylig lume,
>>Iss guh day thoo avorneen slawn.

>>(translation)
>>Come, come, come, o love,
>>Quickly come to me, softly move;
>>Come to the door, and away we’ll flee,
>>And safe for aye may my darling be!

I’ll sell my rock, I’ll sell my reel,
I’ll sell my only spinning wheel,
To buy my love a sword of steel
Iss guh day thoo avorneen slawn.

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I’ll dye my petticoats, I’ll dye them red,
And ’round the world I’ll beg my bread,
Until my parents shall wish me dead,
Iss guh day thoo avorneen slawn.

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I wish, I wish, I wish in vain,
I wish I had my heart again,
And vainly think I’d not complain,
Iss guh day thoo avorneen slawn.

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But now my love has gone to france,
To try his fortune to advance;
If he e’er comes back, ’tis but a chance,
Iss guh day thoo avorneen slawn.

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