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 dté tú mo mhúirnín slán
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Curfá Siúil, siúil. siúil a rúin Siúil go sochair agus siúil go ciúin Siúil go doras agus éalaigh liom Is go dté tú mo mhúirnín slán
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Chorus: Go, go, go my love Go quietly and peacfully Go to the door and flee with me And may you go safely my dear. |
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I'll sell my rock, I'll sell my reel Curfá
I'll dye my petticoats, I'll dye them red Curfá
I wish, I wish, I wish in vain Curfá
And now my love has gone to France
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