Bridgit Omalley Lyrics

Bridgit Omalley

Oh Bridgit OMalley, you left my heart shaken

With a hopeless desolation,
Id have you to know

Its the wonders of admiration your quiet face has
taken

And your beauty will haunt me wherever I go



The white
moon above the pale sands, the pale stars above the thorn tree

Are cold
beside my darling, but no purer than she

I gaze upon the cold moon till
the stars drown in the warm sea

And the bright eyes of my darling are
never on me



My Sunday it is weary, my Sunday it is grey 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



The day it is approaching when we were to be married

And
its rather I would die than live only to grieve

Oh meet me, my Darling,
eer the sun sets oer the barley

And Ill meet you there on the road to
Drumslieve



Oh Bridgit OMalley, youve left my heart shaken

With a hopeless desolation, Id have you to know

Its the wonders of
admiration your quiet face has taken

And your beauty will haunt me
wherever I go