Sunday, December 9, 2018

Bridget O'Malley

Bridget O'Malley is an old Irish song, originally written in Gaelic. The English lyrics are less a translation and more an "inspired by" type deal, but the gist is the same: she doesn't love him anymore and he's awfully sad.

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Oh Bridget O'Malley, you have left my heart shaken
With a hopeless desolation, I'll 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 o'er the pale sand, the pale star above the thorn tree
Are cold beside my darling, but no purer than she
I gaze upon the cold moon 'til the stars drown in the warm sea
And the bright eyes of my darling are never on me

My Sunday is weary, my Sunday it is gray now
My heart is a cold thing, my heart is a stone
All joy is dead in me, my life has gone away now
Some other has taken my love for his own

The day it 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 where the sun sets o'er the barley
And I'll wait for you there, on the road to Drumslieve

Oh Bridget O'Malley, you have left my heart shaken...

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