His hair was black, his eye was blue His
arm was stout, his word was true I wish in my heart, I was with you, Go thee, thu Mavourneen slaun.
Chorus Shule, shule, shule agra Only death can
cease my woe, Since the lad of my heart from me did go Go thee thu Mavourneeen slaun!
I sold my rock, I sold
my wheel When my flax was spun, I sold my wheel To buy my love a sword of steel. Go thee, thu Mavourneen slaun.
Chorus
I'll
dye my petticoat, I'll dye it red, And round the world I'll beg my bread, Till I find my love alive or dead, Go thee,
thu Mavourneen slaun.
Chorus
King James was routed in the fray; The "wild-geese"went with him away, My
boy went too, that dreary day, Go thee, thu Mavourneen slaun.
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