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!
Ill 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!,
Shule, shule, shule agra!
Only death can ease my woe,