Many a fond story he told to me,
He told me things that ne'er shall be,
Go-thee-thu, mavourneen slaun.
Shule, shule, shule agra!
Only death can ease my woe,
Since the lad of my heart from me did go,
Go-thee-thu, mavourneen slaun!
* Farewell, my darling. ** Come, come, my love!
I sold my rock, * I sold my reel; **
When my flax was spun, I sold my wheel,