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 true love s knee many a fond story he told to me he told me things that ne er shall be siil siil siil a rin siil go sochair agus siil go ciin siil go doras agus alaigh liom his hair was black his eye was blue his arm was strong his word was true i wish in my heart i was with you siil siil siil a rin siil go sochair agus siil go ciin siil go doras agus alaigh liom i ll dye my petticoat i ll dye it red and round the world i ll beg my bread till i find my love alive or dead siil siil siil a rin siil go sochair agus siil go ciin siil go doras agus alaigh liom
['celtic']