Lyrics:

I wish I were on yonder hill
'Tis there I'd sit and cry my fill
And every tear would turn a mill

I wish I sat on my [bad word] love's knee
Many a fond story he told to me
He told me things that ne'er shall be

 [bad word] 
Siuil, siuil, siuil [bad word] 
Siuil go sochar agus siuil go ciuin
Siuil go doras agus ealaigh liom

His hair was black his eye was blue
His arm was strong his word was [bad word] 
I wish in my heart I was with you

 [bad word] 

I'll dye my petticoats I'll dye them red
And 'round the world I'll beg my bread
'Til I find my love alive or dead

 [bad word] x2

Siuil go doras agus ealaigh liom