afaerytalelife:I wish I were on yonder hill;‘Tis there I’d sit and cry my fill‘Til every tear would
afaerytalelife:I wish I were on yonder hill;‘Tis there I’d sit and cry my fill‘Til every tear would turn a mill.* Is go dté tú mo mhúirnín slán…I’ll sell my rock, I’ll sell my reel,I’ll sell my only spinning wheelAnd buy my love a sword of steel.Is go dté tú mo mhúirnín slán…I’ll dye my petticoats; I’ll dye them redAnd ‘round the world I’ll beg for breadUntil my parents shall wish me dead.Is go dté tú mo mhúirnín slán…I wish, I wish, I wish in vain,I wish I had my heart againAnd vainly think I’d not complain.Is go dté tú mo mhúirnín slán…But now my love has gone to FranceTo try his fortune to advance.If he e'er comes back, ‘tis but a chance…Is go dté tú mo mhúirnín slán…— Siúil a Rún, Trad. Irish.* Translation: ’May you go safely, my darling.’Artwork: Siúil a Rún, by Vassantha. -- source link