Bridget Omalley

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Bridget O’Malley, you've left my heart shaken
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With a hopeless desolation, I’ll have you to know
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It’s the wonders of adoration your quiet face has taken
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And your beauty will haunt me, wherever I go.

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The white moon above the pale sands, the pale stars above the thorn tree
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Are cold beside my darling, but no purer than she
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I gaze upon the cold moon tip the stars drown in the warm sea
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And the bright eyes of my darling are never on me.

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My Sunday it is weary, my Sunday it is grey now
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My heart is a cold thing, my heart is a stone
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All joy is dead within me, my life has gone away now
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Another has taken my love for his own.

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The day it is approaching when we were to be married
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But it’s rather I would die than live only to grieve
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Oh, meet me my darling ere the sun sets o’er the barley
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And I’ll meet you there, on the road to Drumslieve.

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Bridget O’Malley, you've left my heart shaken
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With a hopeless desolation, I’ll have you to know
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it’s the wonders of adoration youre quiet face has taken
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and your beauty will haunt me, wherever I  go.