Brid Og Ni Mhaille / The Corrs
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Bhríd Óg Ní Mháille, 's tú d'fhág mo chroí cráite
Tá arraingeacha 'n bháis ag gabháil fríd cheart-lár mo chroí
Tá na mílte fear i ngrá, le d'éadan ciúin náireach
Is go dtug tú barr breácht' ar thír Oirghiall má's fíor
Oh Bridget O'Malley, you've left my heart shaken
With a hopeless desolation, I'd have you to know
It's the wonders of admiration your quiet face has taken
And your beauty will haunt me wherever I go
Níl ní ar bith is áille ná'n ghealach os cionn a' tsáile
Ná bláth bán na n-áirné bíos a fás ar an droighean
O siúd mar bíos mo ghrá-sa, 'na trillsí le breáchta
Béilín meala na páirte nach ndearn ariamh claon
Oh the pale moon above the white sands, the pale stars above the thorn trees
Are cold beside my darling, but no purer than she
I gaze upon the cold moon 'til the stars drown in the warm sea
But the bright eyes of my darling are never on me
Is tuirseach 's is brónach a chaithims' an Domhnach
Mo hata 'n mo dhorn liom 's mé ag osnaíl go trom
Mé 'g amharc ar na bóithre a mbínn 's mo ghrá' gabháil ann
'Nois ag fear eile pósta is mo h-och nach í 'n fheall
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 within me, my life has gone away now
For another has taken my love for his own
Is buachaill deas óg mé 'tá ag triall 'un mo phósta
'S ní buan i bhfad beo mé mur' bhfaghaidh mé mo mhian
A chuisle is a stóirín, déan réidh 'gus bí romham-sa
Cionn deireannach den Domhnach ar Bhóithrín Droim Sliabh
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, e'er the sun sets o'er the barley
And I'll meet you there on the road to Drumslieve"
Tá arraingeacha 'n bháis ag gabháil fríd cheart-lár mo chroí
Tá na mílte fear i ngrá, le d'éadan ciúin náireach
Is go dtug tú barr breácht' ar thír Oirghiall má's fíor
Oh Bridget O'Malley, you've left my heart shaken
With a hopeless desolation, I'd have you to know
It's the wonders of admiration your quiet face has taken
And your beauty will haunt me wherever I go
Níl ní ar bith is áille ná'n ghealach os cionn a' tsáile
Ná bláth bán na n-áirné bíos a fás ar an droighean
O siúd mar bíos mo ghrá-sa, 'na trillsí le breáchta
Béilín meala na páirte nach ndearn ariamh claon
Oh the pale moon above the white sands, the pale stars above the thorn trees
Are cold beside my darling, but no purer than she
I gaze upon the cold moon 'til the stars drown in the warm sea
But the bright eyes of my darling are never on me
Is tuirseach 's is brónach a chaithims' an Domhnach
Mo hata 'n mo dhorn liom 's mé ag osnaíl go trom
Mé 'g amharc ar na bóithre a mbínn 's mo ghrá' gabháil ann
'Nois ag fear eile pósta is mo h-och nach í 'n fheall
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 within me, my life has gone away now
For another has taken my love for his own
Is buachaill deas óg mé 'tá ag triall 'un mo phósta
'S ní buan i bhfad beo mé mur' bhfaghaidh mé mo mhian
A chuisle is a stóirín, déan réidh 'gus bí romham-sa
Cionn deireannach den Domhnach ar Bhóithrín Droim Sliabh
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, e'er the sun sets o'er the barley
And I'll meet you there on the road to Drumslieve"
