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Siuil a Ruin



Celtic Folk - Siuil a Ruin - Текст песни

I would I were on yonder hill,
It's there I'd sit and cry my fill
And every tear would turn a mill ...
Is go dt? t? mo mhuirn?n sl?n.

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 ...
Is go dt? t? mo mhuirn?n sl?n.

Si?il, si?il, si?il a r?in ...
Si?il go sochair agus si?il go ci?in
Si?il go doras agus ealaigh liom ...
Is go dt? t? mo mhuirn?n sl?n.

I'll dye my petticoats, I'll dye them red,
And around the world I'll beg my bread
Until my parents should wish me dead ...
Is go dt? t? mo mhuirn?n sl?n.

I wish, I wish, I wish in vain -
I wish I had my heart again
And vainly think I'd not complain ...
Is go dt? t? mo mhuirn?n sl?n.

And now my love has gone to France
To try his fortune to advance
If he e'er comes back 'tis but a chance ...
Is go dt? t? mo mhuirn?n sl?n.

Si?il, si?il, si?il a r?in ...
Si?il go sochair agus si?il go ci?in
Si?il go doras agus ealaigh liom ...
Is go dt? t? mo mhuirn?n sl?n.

(Go, go, go my love ...
Go calmly and silently
Go to the door and escape with me ...
And may you go safely my darling)
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