| I wish I was on yonder hill | 
| 'Tis there I’d sit and cry my fill, | 
| And every tear would turn a mill, | 
| Iss guh day thoo avorneen slawn. | 
| Chorus (in phonetic Gaelic) | 
| Shule, shule, shule aroon, | 
| Shule go succir agus, shule go kewn, | 
| Shule go durrus oggus aylig lume, | 
| Iss guh day thoo avorneen slawn. | 
| 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 | 
| Iss guh day thoo avorneen slawn. | 
| Chorus | 
| 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, | 
| Iss guh day thoo avorneen slawn. | 
| Chorus | 
| I wish, I wish, I wish in vain, | 
| I wish I had my heart again, | 
| And vainly think I’d not complain, | 
| Iss guh day thoo avorneen slawn. | 
| Chorus | 
| But now my love has gone to France, | 
| To try his fortune to advance; | 
| If he e’er come back, 'tis but a chance, | 
| Iss guh day thoo avorneen slawn. | 
| Chorus | 
| Translation | 
| Provided by Lindsay Labanca | 
| Chorus: | 
| Come, come, come, O love, | 
| Quickly come to me, softly move; | 
| Come to the door, and away we’ll flee, | 
| And safe for aye may my darling be! |