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,
Gotheen mavourneen slaun.
Shuile, shuile, shuile agra,
Only death can ease my woe,
Since the lad of my heart from me did go,
Gotheen 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 ne'er shall be,
Gotheen mavourneen slaun.
Shuile, shuile, shuile agra,
Only death can ease my woe,
Since the lad of my heart from me did go,
Gotheen mavourneen slaun.

I sold my rock, I sold my reel;
When my flax was spun, I sold my wheel,
To buy my love a sword of steel,
Gotheen mavourneen slaun.
Shuile, shuile, shuile agra,
Only death can ease my woe,
Since the lad of my heart from me did go,
Gotheen mavourneen slaun.

But when King James was forced to flee,
The Wild Geese spread their wings to sea,
And bore mabouchal far from me,
Gotheen mavourneen slaun.
Shuile, shuile, shuile agra,
Only death can ease my woe,
Since the lad of my heart from me did go,
Gotheen mavourneen slaun.

I saw them sail from Brandon hill,
Then down I sat and cried my fill,
That every tear would turn a mill,
Gotheen mavourneen slaun.
Shuile, shuile, shuile agra,
Only death can ease my woe,
Since the lad of my heart from me did go,
Gotheen 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,
Gotheen mavourneen slaun.
Shuile, shuile, shuile agra,
Only death can ease my woe,
Since the lad of my heart from me did go,
Gotheen mavourneen slaun.

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,
Gotheen mavourneen slaun.
Shuile, shuile, shuile agra.
Only death can ease my woe,
Since the lad of my heart from me did go,
Gotheen mavourneen slaun.