Siúil a Rún - Celtic Woman

Miscellaneous

Siuil A Run

i wish i was on yonder hill

Tis there Id sit and cry my fill

Till every tear would turn a mill

Is go dte tu mo mhuirnin slan

Siuil, siuil, siuil a ruin

Siuil go sochair agus siuil go ciuin

Siuil go doras agus ealaigh liom

Is go dte tu mo mhuirnin slan.

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

Is go dte tu mo mhuirnin slan

I’ll dye my petticoats, I’ll dye them red

and it’s round the world I will be for bread

until my parents shall wish me dead.

Is go dte tu mo mhuirnin slan

I wish my love would return from France,

his fame and fortune there advance.

If we meet again, 'twill be by chance.

Is go dte tu mo mhuirnin slan