Letras Shule Aroon - Elane

Shule Aroon

I wish I were on yonder hill
'Tis there I’d sit and cry my fill,
And ev’ry tear would turn a mill,
Iss guh day thoo a voorneen slawn.
cho: Shule, shule, shule aroon
Shule go succir agus, shule go kewn;
Shule go dheen durrus oggus aylig lume,
Iss guh day thoo avorneen slawn. *
I’ll sell my rod, I’ll sell my reel
I’ll sell my only spinning wheel
To by my love a sword of steel
Iss guh day thoo a voorneen slawn.
I’ll dye my petticoats, I’ll dye them red
And through the streets I’ll beg my bread,
Until my parents shall wish me dead
Iss guh day thoo a voorneen slawn.
I wish, I wish, I wish in vain
I wish I had my heart again,
And vainly think I’d not complain
Iss guh day thoo a voorneen slawn.
But now my love has gone to France
To try his fortune to advance.
If he e’er come back, 'tis but a chance
Iss guh day thoo a voorneen slawn.
Quickly come to me, softly move,
Come to the door and away we’ll flee,
And safe forever may my darling be.