Bridget O'Malley


 * Oh Bridget O'Malley, you've 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
 * And the bright eyes of my darling are never on me.


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


 * The day 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.


 * Oh Bridget O'Malley, you have 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.