Brid Óg Ní Mháille
(aka “Brigid O'Malley”)

This combines the English lyrics with one verse of the Irish Gaelic lyrics tagged onto the end. For references listen to the English on Silly Wizard's "So Many Partings" and Munroe's "Celtic Folkweave".

Oh Bridget O'Malley, you've left my heart shaken
With a hopeless desolation, I'd have you know.
It's the wonders of admiration your quiet face has taken
And your beauty will haunt me wherever I go.

Oh the pale moon above the white sands, the pale stars above the thorn trees
Are cold beside my darling, but no purer than she.
I gaze upon the cold moon 'til the stars drown in the warm sea
But the bright eyes of my darling are never on me.

My Sunday is weary, my Sunday, it is gray now...
My heart, it is a cold thing, my heart is a stone...
All joy is dead within me, my life has gone away now
For another has takenmy love for his own.

The day, it is approaching when we were to be married,
And it's rather I would die than live only to grieve.
Oh meet me, my darling, e'er the sun sets o'er the barley
And I'll meet you there on the road to Drumslieve.

Is a Bhríd Óg Ní Mháille
'S tú d'fhág mo chroí cráite
'S chuir tú arraingeacha an bháis
Tríd cheartlár mo chroí.
Tá na céadta fear i ngrá
Le d'éadan ciúin náireach
Is go dtug tú barr breáchtacht'
Ar Thír Oirghiall más fíor.

Iss ah Vreej Ohg Nee Wahl-yuh
Ss-too dahg moe kree krotch-uh
Ss-kurr too arr-in-gahk-ah ahn wash
Treed kyart-lahr moe kree.
Tah nah kayd-tuh far een-grah
Leh day-den k-yoon nah-rack
Iss goh dug too bar braw-tockt
Arr Heer Or-yall mahs feer.

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