's tъ d'fhбg mo chroн crбite
's chuir tъ arraingeacha
An bhбis frнd cheartlбare mo chroн
Tб na cйadta fear I ngrб
Le d'йadan ciъin nбireach
Is go dtug tъ barr breбchtacht'
Ar Thнare Oirghiall mбs fнor
Nнl nн ar bith is бille
Nб'n ghealach os cionn a' tsбile are
Nб blбth bбn na n-airne
Bнos ag fбs ar an draighean
У siъd mar bнos mo ghrб-sa
Nнos trilsн le breбchtacht
Bйilнn meala na hбilleacht'
Nach ndearna riamh claon
Is buachaill deas уg mй
'tб triall chun mo phуsta
's nн buan I bhfad beo mй
Mura bhfaighidh mй mo mhian
A chuisle is a stуirнn
Dйan rйidh agus bн romhamsa
Cionn deireanach den Domhnach
Ar Bhуithrнn Dhroim Sliabh
Is tuirseach 's brуnach
A chaithimse an Domhnach
Mo hata 'mo dhorn liom
's mй ag osnaнl go trom
's mй ag amharc ar na bуithre
'Mbнonn mo ghrб-sa ag gabhail ann
's н ag fear eile pуsta
Is gan н 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
Is a Bhrнd Уg Nн Mhбille 's tъ d'fhбg mo chroн crбite 's chuir tъ arraingeacha An bhбis frнd cheartlбare mo chroн Tб na cйadta fear I ngrб Le d'йadan ciъin nбireach Is go dtug tъ barr breбchtacht' Ar Thнare Oirghiall mбs fнor Nнl nн ar bith is бille Nб'n ghealach os cionn a' tsбile are Nб blбth bбn na n-airne Bнos ag fбs ar an draighean У siъd mar bнos mo ghrб-sa Nнos trilsн le breбchtacht Bйilнn meala na hбilleacht' Nach ndearna riamh claon Is buachaill deas уg mй 'tб triall chun mo phуsta 's nн buan I bhfad beo mй Mura bhfaighidh mй mo mhian A chuisle is a stуirнn Dйan rйidh agus bн romhamsa Cionn deireanach den Domhnach Ar Bhуithrнn Dhroim Sliabh Is tuirseach 's brуnach A chaithimse an Domhnach Mo hata 'mo dhorn liom 's mй ag osnaнl go trom 's mй ag amharc ar na bуithre 'Mbнonn mo ghrб-sa ag gabhail ann 's н ag fear eile pуsta Is gan н 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 Explain Request ×
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