I would I were on yonder hill, 'Tis there I'd sit and cry my fill, And every tear would turn a mill, _Is go de tu mo vuirnin slàn. Shule, shule, shule aroon, Shule go succir, agus shule go cuin, Shule go den durrus agus eligh lum, Is go de tu mo vuirnin slàn._ I'll sell my rock, I'll sell my reel, I'll sell my only spinning-wheel, To buy for my love a sword of steel, _Is go de tu mo vuirnin slàn._ _Chorus._ I'll dye my petticoats, I'll dye them red, And around the world I'll beg my bread, Until my parents shall wish me dead, _Is go de tu mo vuirnin slàn._ _Chorus._ I wish, I wish, I wish in vain, I wish I had my heart again, And vainly think I'd not complain, _Is go de tu mo vuirnin slàn._ _Chorus._ But now my love has gone to France, To try his fortune to advance; If he e'er come back 'tis but a chance, _Is go de tu mo vuirnin slàn._ _Chorus._ THE SHAN VAN VOCHT O! the French are on the sea, Says the _shan van vocht_; The French are on the sea, Says the _shan van vocht_; O! the French are in the bay, They'll be here without delay, And the Orange will decay, Says the _shan van vocht_. _Chorus._ O! the French are in the bay, They'll be here by break of day, And the Orange will decay, Says the _shan van vocht_. And their camp it shall be where? Says the _shan van vocht_; Their camp it shall be where? Says the _shan van vocht_; On the Currach of Kildare, The boys they will be there, With their pikes in good repair, Says the _shan van vocht_. To the Currach of Kildare The boys they will repair, And Lord Edward will be there, Says the _shan van vocht_. Then what will the yeomen do? Says the _shan van vocht_; What will the yeomen do? Says the _shan van vocht_; What _should_ the yeomen do But throw off the red and blue, And swear that they'll be true To the _shan van vocht_? What _should_ the yeomen do But throw off the red and blue, And swear that they'll be true To the _shan van vocht_? And what colour will they wear? Says the _shan van vocht_; What colour will they wear? Says the _shan van vocht_; What colour should be seen Where our fathers' homes have been, But our own immortal Green? Says the _shan van vocht_. What colour should be seen Where our fathers' homes have been, But our own immortal Green? Says the _shan van vocht_. And will Ireland then be free? Says the _shan van vocht_; Will Ireland then be free? Says the _shan van vocht_; Yes! Ireland SHALL be free, From the centre to the sea; Then hurra! for Liberty! Says the _shan van vocht_.