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.