The Corrs The Corrs - Brid Og Ni Mhaille Lyrics

Is a Bhrํd ำg Nํ Mhแille
'S t๚ d'fhแg mo chroํ crแite
'S chuir t๚ arraingeacha
An bhแis frํd cheartlแr mo chroํ
Tแ na c้adta fear i ngrแ
Le d'้adan ci๚in nแireach
Is go dtug t๚ barr breแchtacht'
Ar Thํr Oirghiall mแs fํor

Nํl nํ ar bith is แille
Nแ'n ghealach os cionn a' tsแile r
Nแ blแth bแn na n-airne
Bํos ag fแs ar an draighean
ำ si๚d mar bํos mo ghrแ-sa
Nํos trilsํ le breแchtacht
B้ilํn meala na hแilleacht'
Nach ndearna riamh claon

Is buachaill deas ๓g m้
'Tแ triall chun mo ph๓sta
'S nํ buan i bhfad beo m้
Mura bhfaighidh m้ mo mhian
A chuisle is a st๓irํn
D้an r้idh agus bํ romhamsa
Cionn deireanach den Domhnach
Ar Bh๓ithrํn Dhroim Sliabh

Is tuirseach 's br๓nach
A chaithimse an Domhnach
Mo hata 'mo dhorn liom
'S m้ ag osnaํl go trom
'S m้ ag amharc ar na b๓ithre
'Mbํonn mo ghrแ-sa ag gabhail ann
'S ํ ag fear eile p๓sta
Is gan ํ bheith liom

[Translation:]

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

See also:

65
65.11
島谷ひとみ Poinsettia Lyrics
Cristian Amado Adios Lyrics