| lyric | His hair was black his eye was blue.
His arm was sout his word was true.
I wish in my heaert I was with you.
Go dté tù mo mhùirnin slàn.
Chorus:
Siùil siùil siùil a ghrà;
only death can ease my woe.
Since the lad of my heart from me did go;
Go dté tù mo mhùirnin slàn.
I would Iwere on yonder hill,
‘Tis there I’d sit and cry my fill,
And every tear would turn a mill,
Is go dté tfi mo mhfiimin slan.
I’ll sell my rod;, I’ll sell my reel,
I’ll sell my only spinning-wheel,
To buy for my love a sword of steel,
Is go dté tt’i mo mhfiirnin slain.
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 tfi mo mhfiirnin slim.
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 tt’l mo mhfiimin slan.
But no my love has gone to France,
To try his fortune to advance,
If he e’er come back, ‘tis but a chance,
Is go dté til mo mhuirnin slim. |