Siúil a Rúin

Dating from the late 17th century Jacobite Rebellion this traditional song tells the tale of a woman whose love has fled to France in support of James II. She laments his loss but vows to follow him. This version of the song is from Northern Ireland or Scotland.

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   

Siúil, siúil, siúil a rúin
Siúil go sochair agus siúil go ciúin
Siúil go doras agus éalaigh liom
Go, go, go my love
Go quietly and go peacefully    
Go to the door and fly with me
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     
I’ll dye my petticoat, I’ll dye it red
And ’round the world I’ll beg my bread
‘Til I find my love alive or dead

Siúil go doras agus éalaigh liom
Go to the door and fly with me

Trad, Arr, Michael McGlynn