Kate Price - Fher'a Bhata | Текст песни

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• Fher'a Bhata

I wish I was on yonder hill
’tis there I’d sit and cry my fill,
'till every tear would turn a mill,
Iss guh day thoo avorneen slawn.

Chorus
Siuil, siuil, siul a run,
Siuil go sochair agus siuil go ciuin
Siuil go doras agus ealaigh lion
Is go dte tu mo mhuirnin slan

>>(in phonetic gaelic)
>>Shule, shule, shule aroon,
>>Shule go succir agus, shule go kewn,
>>Shule go dheen durrus oggus aylig lume,
>>Iss guh day thoo avorneen slawn.

>>(translation)
>>Come, come, come, o love,
>>Quickly come to me, softly move;
>>Come to the door, and away we’ll flee,
>>And safe for aye may my darling be!

I’ll sell my rock, I’ll sell my reel,
I’ll sell my only spinning wheel,
To buy my love a sword of steel
Iss guh day thoo avorneen slawn.

Chorus

I’ll dye my petticoats, I’ll dye them red,
And ’round the world I’ll beg my bread,
Until my parents shall wish me dead,
Iss guh day thoo avorneen slawn.

Chorus

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 avorneen slawn.

Chorus

But now my love has gone to france,
To try his fortune to advance;
If he e’er comes back, ’tis but a chance,
Iss guh day thoo avorneen slawn.

Chorus

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