Bridget O'Malley - Flute & Guitar by Bob Giles
Автор: Robert Giles
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Brid Óg Ní Mháille is an Irish Gaelic song lamenting a lost love.
Bridget O'Malley
Oh Bridget O'Malley, you have left my heart shaken,
With a hopeless desolation I'd have you to know.
It's the wonders of admiration your quiet face has taken
And your beauty will haunt me wherever I go.
The white moon above the pale sands, the pale stars above the thorn tree
Are cold beside my darling, but no purer than she.
I gaze upon the cold moon till the stars drown in the warm seas
But the bright eyes of my darling are never on me.
My Sunday is weary, my Sunday it is grey now,
My heart is a cold thing, my heart is a stone.
All joy is dead in me, my life has gone away now
For some other has taken my love for his own.
The day it is approaching when we were to be married
But 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,
I'll wait for you there on the road to Drumslieve.
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