Bridgit Omalley lyrics

Artist  : Irish Folksongs 
Song : Bridgit Omalley
 
												
														   Oh Bridgit OMalley, you left my
heart shaken

With a hopeless desolation, Id
have you to know

Its 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 sea

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 it is approaching when we were
to be married

And its rather I would die
than live only to grieve

Oh meet me, my
Darling, eer the sun sets oer the barley

And Ill meet you there on the road to
Drumslieve



Oh Bridgit OMalley, youve
left my heart shaken

With a hopeless
desolation, Id have you to know

Its the
wonders of admiration your quiet face has
taken

And your beauty will haunt me
wherever I go