Shule Aroon - Elane

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.

cho: 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 by 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.

Quickly come to me, softly move,

Come to the door and away we’ll flee,

And safe forever may my darling be.