I wish I was on yonder hill
’tis there I’d sit and cry my fill,
'till every tear would turn a mill,
Iss guh day thoo avorneen slawn.

 [bad word] 
Siuil, siuil, siul [bad word] 
Siuil go sochair agus siuil go ciuin
Siuil go doras agus ealaigh lion
Is go dte tu mo mhuirnin slan

>>(translation)
 [bad word]  [bad word]  o love,
 [bad word] to me, softly move;
 [bad word] to the door, and away we’ll flee,
>>And safe for aye may my darling be!

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
Iss guh day thoo avorneen slawn.

 [bad word] 

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,
Iss guh day thoo avorneen slawn.

 [bad word]