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• Artiste: Irische Lieder
• Titre: Bridget O'Malley
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Oh Bridget O'Malley you've left my heart shakenWith a hopeless desolation I'd have you to knowIt's the wonders if adimiration your quite face has takenAnd your beauty willh aunt me wherever I go.The white moon above the pale sands, the pale stars above the thorn tillAre cold beside my darling, but not purer than sheI gaze upon the cold moon till the stars down in the warm seasAnd the bright eyes of my darling are never on me.My sunday it is weary, my sunday it is grey nowMy heart is a cold thing, my heart is a stoneAll joy is dead with me, my life has gone away nowFor another has takenMy love for his own.The day is approaching when we were to be marriedAnd it's rather I would than live only to grieveOh, meet me,My darling, e'er the sun sets o'er the barley.And I'll meet you there on the road to Drumslieve.Oh Bridget O'Malley, you have my heart shakenwith a hopless desolation, I'd have you to knowIt's the wonders if admiration your quiet face has takenAnd your beauty will haunt me wherever I go.