I wish I was on yonder hill
'Tis there I'd sit and cry my fill
Until every tear would turn a mill 
Is go dté tú mo mhúirnín slán 
  
 [bad word] (after each verse): 
Siúil, siúil, siúil a rún 
Siúil go sochair agus siúil go ciúin 
Siúil go doras agus éalaigh liom 
Is go dté tú mo mhúirnín slán 
  
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 dté tú mo mhúirnín slán 
  
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 
Is go dté tú mo mhúirnín slán 
  
I wish, I wish, I wish in vain
I wish I had my heart again
And vainly think I'd [bad word] 
Is go dté tú mo mhúirnín slán 
  
But now my love has gone to France
To try his fortune to advance
If he [bad word] back, 'tis but a chance 
Is go dté tú mo mhúirnín slán