Irish Song Lyrics 
from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
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. 
Come, come, come O love, Quickly come to me, softly move, Come to the door and away we'll flee, And safe forever may my darling be.