Song Lyrics
Si il go sochair agus si il go ci in, si il go sochair agus si il go ci in
Si il a r in, si il go doras agus alaigh liom, his arm was strong
His hair was black, and every tear would turn a mill
Til i find my love alive or dead, si il go sochair agus si il go ci in
and every tear would turn a mill
Si il a r in, and round the world i ll beg my bread
I wish i sat on my true love s knee, si il a r in, si il go sochair agus si il go ci in
Si il go doras agus alaigh liom, i wish in my heart i was with you
I wish i were on yonder hill, i wish in my heart i was with you
Si il go sochair agus si il go ci in, si il go doras agus alaigh liom Woman, many a fond story he told to me he told me things that ne er shall be si il
Si il a r in, si il a r in, i ll dye it red
si il go doras agus alaigh liom
si il go sochair agus si il go ci in
I ll dye it red, si il go sochair agus si il go ci in Woman, si il a r in
si il go sochair agus si il go ci in
Si il go doras agus alaigh liom, si il a r in
si il go sochair agus si il go ci in
Si il go doras agus alaigh liom, til i find my love alive or dead
Tis there i d sit and cry my fill, his eye was blue, his eye was blue
his hair was black
his arm was strong
his hair was black
Si il a r in, and round the world i ll beg my bread Woman, i ll dye my petticoat
I ll dye my petticoat, tis there i d sit and cry my fill
And round the world i ll beg my bread, si il go doras agus alaigh liom Siúil, his word was true
His word was true, and every tear would turn a mill, i wish i sat on my true love s knee
His eye was blue, i ll dye my petticoat
I ll dye it red, his eye was blue, i wish i sat on my true love s knee
And round the world i ll beg my bread, and every tear would turn a mill Celtic, and every tear would turn a mill
si il a r in
His hair was black, i wish i were on yonder hill
Si il go doras agus alaigh liom, i wish i sat on my true love s knee
til i find my love alive or dead
i wish i were on yonder hill
His eye was blue, i ll dye it red, si il a r in
tis there i d sit and cry my fill
His arm was strong, i ll dye my petticoat, i wish i sat on my true love s knee
i wish in my heart i was with you
si il go doras agus alaigh liom
And round the world i ll beg my bread, i ll dye it red Rún, tis there i d sit and cry my fill
Si il go doras agus alaigh liom, si il go doras agus alaigh liom, si il go doras agus alaigh liom
I ll dye my petticoat, i ll dye my petticoat, i wish i sat on my true love s knee
Si il go sochair agus si il go ci in, si il go doras agus alaigh liom
Many a fond story he told to me he told me things that ne er shall be si il, til i find my love alive or dead
his arm was strong
I wish in my heart i was with you, his word was true
Si il go doras agus alaigh liom, si il go sochair agus si il go ci in, i ll dye my petticoat
his eye was blue
Si il go doras agus alaigh liom, his hair was black, si il go doras agus alaigh liom
i ll dye my petticoat
si il a r in
si il go sochair agus si il go ci in
si il a r in
Si il go sochair agus si il go ci in, his arm was strong, i wish i sat on my true love s knee
Si il go doras agus alaigh liom, si il go sochair agus si il go ci in, si il go doras agus alaigh liom
and round the world i ll beg my bread