Shule agra

Irish

His hair was black, his eyes was blue,
His arm was stout, his word was true.
I wish in my heart I was with you,
Go thee thu mavourneen slaun.

Tis oft I sat on my true love’s knee,
Many a fond story he told to me,
He told me things that could never 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.


I wish the king would return to reign,
And bring my true love back again,
I wish and wish but I wish in vain,
Go thee thu mavourneen slaun.

But when King James was forced to flee,
The wild geese spread their wings to sea,
And bore mabouchal far from me,
Go thee thu mavourneen slaun.