I would I were on yonder hill
'Tis there I'd sit and cry my fill
And every tear would turn a mill
Is go dté tu mo mhuirnín slán
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 dté tu mo mhuirnín slán
Siuil, siuil, siuil a ɾuin
Siuil go sochair agus siuil go ciuin
Siuil go doras agus éalaigh liom
Is go dté tu mo mhuirnín slán
I'll dye my [A]petticoats, I'll dye them [A]ɾed
And around the world I'll bake my [A]bread
Until my [A]parents shall [Em]wish me dead
Is go dté tu mo mhuirnín slán
But now my [A]love has gone to [C7]France
To tɾy his fortune to [C7]advance
If he e'er comes back 'tis but a chance
Is go dté tu mo mhuirnín slán
Siuil, siuil, siuil a ɾuin
Siuil go sochair agus siuil go ciuin
Siuil go doras agus éalaigh liom
Is go dté tu mo mhuirnín slán