Oh, Bridget O'Malley, you 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 above the pale sun,
The pale stars 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.