[C]Bridget O[Em]'Malley, you'v[F]e left my hear[Am]t shaken
With a [F]hopeless desol[Em]ation, I'l[Am]l have you t[F]o know
It's th[F]e wonders o[Em]f adoration you[C]r quiet face ha[F]s taken
And your [F]beauty will [Em]haunt me, wher[F]ever [G]I [C]go.
[C]The white moon above the [Em]pale sands, the [F]pale stars above the [Am]thorn tree
Are [F]cold beside my [Em]darling, but no [Am]purer than [F]she
I g[F]aze upon the [Em]cold moon tip the [C]stars drown in the [F]warm sea
And the [F]bright eyes of my [Em]darling are [F]never [G]on [C]me.
[C]My Sunday it is [Em]weary, my [F]Sunday it is [Am]grey now
My [F]heart is a [Em]cold thing, my [Am]heart is a [F]stone
All [F]joy is dead [Em]within me, my [C]life has gone [F]away now
A[F]nother has [Em]taken my [F]love for [G]his [C]own.
[C]The day it is [Em]approaching when [F]we were to be [Am]married
But it'[F]s rather I woul[Em]d die tha[Am]n live only t[F]o grieve
Oh, [F]meet me my [Em]darling ere the [C]sun sets o'er th[F]e barley
And I'l[F]l meet yo[Em]u there, on th[F]e road t[G]o Dru[C]mslieve.
[C]Bridget O[Em]'Malley, you'v[F]e left my hear[Am]t shaken
With a [F]hopeless des[Em]olation, I'l[Am]l have you t[F]o know
it'[F]s the wonders o[Em]f adoration your[C]e quiet face ha[F]s taken
and your [F]beauty will [Em]haunt me, whe[F]rever [G]I [C]go.
With a [F]hopeless desol[Em]ation, I'l[Am]l have you t[F]o know
It's th[F]e wonders o[Em]f adoration you[C]r quiet face ha[F]s taken
And your [F]beauty will [Em]haunt me, wher[F]ever [G]I [C]go.
[C]The white moon above the [Em]pale sands, the [F]pale stars above the [Am]thorn tree
Are [F]cold beside my [Em]darling, but no [Am]purer than [F]she
I g[F]aze upon the [Em]cold moon tip the [C]stars drown in the [F]warm sea
And the [F]bright eyes of my [Em]darling are [F]never [G]on [C]me.
[C]My Sunday it is [Em]weary, my [F]Sunday it is [Am]grey now
My [F]heart is a [Em]cold thing, my [Am]heart is a [F]stone
All [F]joy is dead [Em]within me, my [C]life has gone [F]away now
A[F]nother has [Em]taken my [F]love for [G]his [C]own.
[C]The day it is [Em]approaching when [F]we were to be [Am]married
But it'[F]s rather I woul[Em]d die tha[Am]n live only t[F]o grieve
Oh, [F]meet me my [Em]darling ere the [C]sun sets o'er th[F]e barley
And I'l[F]l meet yo[Em]u there, on th[F]e road t[G]o Dru[C]mslieve.
[C]Bridget O[Em]'Malley, you'v[F]e left my hear[Am]t shaken
With a [F]hopeless des[Em]olation, I'l[Am]l have you t[F]o know
it'[F]s the wonders o[Em]f adoration your[C]e quiet face ha[F]s taken
and your [F]beauty will [Em]haunt me, whe[F]rever [G]I [C]go.