Ginger Ackley's Music

 Irish Traditional  Listen to a sample

I wish I was on yonder hill. 'Tis there I'd sit and cry my fill,

And every tear would turn a mill. Is go dté tú mo mhuirnín slán

Chorus: Siúil, siúil, siúil a rún

Siúil go socair agus siúil go ciúin

Siúil go doras agus éalaigh liom

Is go dté tú mo mhúirnín slán

I'll sell my rod, I'll sell my reel, I'll sell my only spinning wheel,

To buy my love a sword of steel. Is go dté tú mo mhuirnín slán

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. Is go dté tú mo mhuirnín slán

But now my love has gone to France, to try his fortune to advance;

If he e'er comes back, 'tis but a chance. Is go dté tú mo mhuirnín slán

I wish, I wish, I wish in vain, I wish I had my heart again,

And vainly think I'd not complain,. Is go dté tú mo mhuirnín slán

Walk, walk, walk, my love! Come to me softly, quickly move

Come to the door and away we'll flee and safe forever may my darling be!