Bridget O'Malley

by Anonymous

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.