Written by Traditional
C Em F Am
Bridget O'Malley, you've left my heart shaken
F Em Am F
With a hopeless desolation, I'll have you to know
F Em C F
It's the wonders of adoration your quiet face has taken
F Em F G C
And your beauty will haunt me, wherever I go.
C Em F Am
The white moon above the pale sands, the pale stars above the thorn tree
F Em Am F
Are cold beside my darling, but no purer than she
F Em C F
I gaze upon the cold moon tip the stars drown in the warm sea
F Em F G C
And the bright eyes of my darling are never on me.
C Em F Am
My Sunday it is weary, my Sunday it is grey now
F Em Am F
My heart is a cold thing, my heart is a stone
F Em C F
All joy is dead within me, my life has gone away now
F Em F G C
Another has taken my love for his own.
C Em F Am
The day it is approaching when we were to be married
F Em Am F
But it's rather I would die than live only to grieve
F Em C F
Oh, meet me my darling ere the sun sets o'er the barley
F Em F G C
And I'll meet you there, on the road to Drumslieve.
C Em F Am
Bridget O'Malley, you've left my heart shaken
F Em Am F
With a hopeless desolation, I'll have you to know
F Em C F
it's the wonders of adoration youre quiet face has taken
F Em F G C
and your beauty will haunt me, wherever I go.
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