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Bridget O’Malley, you’ve left my heart shaken

With a hopeless desolation, I’ll have you to know

It’s the wonders of adoration 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 til 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

Another has taken my love for his own

The day it is approaching when we were to be married

But it’s rather I would die than live only to grieve

Oh, meet me my darling ere the sun sets o’er the barley

And I’ll meet you there, on the road to Drumslieve

Bridget O’Malley, you’ve left my heart shaken

With a hopeless desolation, I’ll have you to know

It’s the wonders of adoration you’re quiet face has taken

And your beauty will haunt me, wherever I go

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