Sissel — Julepotpurri: et barn er fodt i bethlehem, her komme dine arme sma, det kimer na til julefest, jeg synger julekvad

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I wish I was on yonder hill
‘Tis there I’d sit and cry my fill
Until every tear would turn a mill
Is go dte tu mo mhuirnin slan

I’ll sell my rock, I’ll sell my reel
I’ll sell my only spinning wheel
To buy my love a sword of steel
Is go dte tu mo mhuirnin slan

Siuil, siuil, siuil a run
Siuil go sochair agus siuil go ciuin
Siuil go doras agus ealaigh liom
Is go dte tu mo mhuirnin slan

I’ll dye my petticoats, I’ll dye them red
And ’round the world I’ll beg my bread
Until my parents shall wish me dead
Is go dte tu mo mhuirnin slan

But now my love has gone to France
To try his fortune to advance
If he e’er comes back, ’tis but a chance
Is go dte tu mo mhuirnin slan

Siuil, siuil, siuil a run
Siuil go sochair agus siuil go ciuin
Siuil go doras agus ealaigh liom
Is go dte tu mo mhuirnin slan