I wish I was on yonder hill
    'Tis there I'd sit and cry my fill
    And every tear would turn a mill
    Is go dté tú mo mhuirnín slán

    [bad word]     Siúil, siúil, siúil a rúin
    Siúil go socair 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 port 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

    And 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

One translation of the Irish [bad word] is

    Go, go, go my love
    Go quietly and peacefully
    Go to the door and flee with me
    And may you go safely my dear.