LT 13 Shule A Roon 
                                Traditional

I wish I were on yonder hill 
'Tis there I'd sit and cry my fill, 
And ev'ry tear would turn a mill, 
Iss guh day thoo a voorneen slawn. 

Chorus:
Shule, shule, shule aroon 
Shule go succir agus, shule go kewn; 
Shule go dheen durrus oggus aylig lume, 
Iss guh day thoo avorneen slawn. 

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 
Iss guh day thoo a voorneen slawn. 

I'll dye my petticoats, I'll dye them red 
And through the streets I'll beg my bread, 
Until my parents shall wish me dead 
Iss guh day thoo a voorneen slawn. 

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 a voorneen slawn. 

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 a voorneen slawn. 


Translation of Chorus:
Come, come, come O love, 
Quickly come to me, softly move, 
Come to the door and away we'll flee, 
And safe forever may my darling be.