Corrs, The - Bríd Óg Ní Mháille lyrics

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Is a Bhríd Óg Ní Mháille

'S tú d'fhág mo chroí cráite

'S chuir tú arraingeacha

An bháis fríd 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

Níl ní ar bith is áille

Ná'n ghealach os cionn a' tsáile r

Ná bláth bán na n-airne

Bíos ag fás ar an draighean

Ó siúd mar bíos mo ghrá-sa

Níos trilsí le breáchtacht

Béilín meala na háilleacht'

Nach ndearna riamh claon

Is buachaill deas óg mé

'Tá triall chun mo phósta

'S ní buan i bhfad beo mé

Mura bhfaighidh mé mo mhian

A chuisle is a stóirín

Déan réidh agus bí romhamsa

Cionn deireanach den Domhnach

Ar Bhóithrín Dhroim Sliabh

Is tuirseach 's brónach

A chaithimse an Domhnach

Mo hata 'mo dhorn liom

'S mé ag osnaíl go trom

'S mé ag amharc ar na bóithre

'Mbíonn mo ghrá-sa ag gabhail ann

'S í ag fear eile pósta

Is gan í bheith liom

Translation

Oh

Bridget O'Malley

You have left my heart breaking

You've sent the death pangs of sorrow to pierce my heart sore

A hundred men are craving for your breathtaking beauty

You're the fairest of maidens in Oriel for sure

No spectacle is fairer than moonbeams on the harbor

Or the sweet scented blossoms of the sloe on the thorn

But my love shines much brighter in looks and in stature

That honey-lipped beauty

Who never said wrong

I'm a handsome young fellow who is thinking of wedlock

But my life will be shortened if I don't get my dear

My love and my darling

Prepare now to meet me on next Sunday evening

On the road to Drum Slieve

'Tis sadly and lonely I pass the time on Sunday

My head bowed in sorrow

My sights heavy with woe

As I gaze upon the byways that my true love walks over

Now she's wed to another and left me forlorn