The Corrs
The Corrs - Brid Og Ni Mhaille lyrics
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Is a BhrÃd Óg Nà Mháille 'S tú d'fhág mo chroà cráite 'S chuir tú arraingeacha An bháis frÃd cheartlár mo chroà Tá na céadta fear I ngrá Le d'éadan ciúin náireach Is go dtug tú barr breáchtacht' Ar ThÃr Oirghiall más fÃor NÃl nà ar bith is áille Ná'n ghealach os cionn a' tsáile r Ná bláth bán na n-airne BÃos ag fás ar an draighean Ó siúd mar bÃos mo ghrá-sa NÃos trilsà le breáchtacht BéilÃn meala na háilleacht' Nach ndearna riamh claon Is buachaill deas óg mé 'Tá triall chun mo phósta 'S nà buan I bhfad beo mé Mura bhfaighidh mé mo mhian A chuisle is a stóirÃn Déan réidh agus bà romhamsa Cionn deireanach den Domhnach Ar BhóithrÃn Dhroim Sliabh Is tuirseach 's brónach A chaithimse an Domhnach Mo hata 'mo dhorn liom 'S mé ag osnaÃl go trom 'S mé ag amharc ar na bóithre 'MbÃonn mo ghrá-sa ag gabhail ann 'S à ag fear eile pósta Is gan à bheith liom Oh Brid Og 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