Siuil, siuil, a ruin
Siuil go sochair agus siuil go ciuin
Siuil go doras agus ealaigh liom
Is go dte tu mo mhuirnin slan

His hair was black, his eyes were blue
His arm was stout, his word was true
Oh how I wish I was with you
Is go dte tu mo mhuirnin slan

I wish I was on yonder hill
By myself I’d cry my fill
And ev’ry tear would turn a mill
Is go dte tu mo mhuirnin slan

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 dte tu mo mhuirnin slan

I'll dye my petticoat, I'll dye them red
Around the world I'll beg my bread
Until my parents would wish me dead
Is go dte tu mo mhuirnin slan

But now my love has gone to France
To try his fortune to advance
And if he e’er he return, it’s but a chance
Is go dte tu mo mhuirnin slan

I wish, I wish, I wish in vain
I wish I had my heart again
And vainly think I’d not complain
Is go dte tu mo mhuirnin slan

Siuil, siuil, a ruin
Siuil go sochair agus siuil go ciuin
Siuil go doras agus ealaigh liom
Is go dte tu mo mhuirnin slan