Is a Bhr?d ?g N? Mh?ille
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'S t? d'fh?g mo chro? cr?ite
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'S chuir t? arraingeacha
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An bh?is fr?d cheartl?r mo chro?
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T? na c?adta fear i ngr?
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Le d'?adan ci?in n?ireach
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Is go dtug t? barr bre?chtacht'
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Ar Th?r Oirghiall m?s f?or
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N?l n? ar bith is ?ille
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N?'n ghealach os cionn a' ts?ile r
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N? bl?th b?n na n-airne
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B?os ag f?s ar an draighean
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? si?d mar b?os mo ghr?-sa
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N?os trils? le bre?chtacht
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B?il?n meala na h?illeacht'
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Nach ndearna riamh claon
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Is buachaill deas ?g m?
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'T? triall chun mo ph?sta
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'S n? buan i bhfad beo m?
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Mura bhfaighidh m? mo mhian
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A chuisle is a st?ir?n
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D?an r?idh agus b? romhamsa
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Cionn deireanach den Domhnach
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Ar Bh?ithr?n Dhroim Sliabh
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Is tuirseach 's br?nach
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A chaithimse an Domhnach
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Mo hata 'mo dhorn liom
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'S m? ag osna?l go trom
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'S m? ag amharc ar na b?ithre
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'Mb?onn mo ghr?-sa ag gabhail ann
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'S ? ag fear eile p?sta
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Is gan ? bheith liom
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[Translation:]
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Oh Brid Og O'Malley
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You have left my heart breaking
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You've sent the death pangs
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Of sorrow to pierce my heart sore
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A hundred men are craving
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For your breathtaking beauty
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You're the fairest of maidens
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In Oriel for sure
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No spectacle is fairer
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Than moonbeams on the harbor
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Or the sweet scented blossoms
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Of the sloe on the thorn
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But my love shines much brighter
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In looks and in stature
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That honey-lipped beauty
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Who never said wrong
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I'm a handsome young fellow
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Who is thinking of wedlock
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But my life will be shortened
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If I don't get my dear
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My love and my darling
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Prepare now to meet me
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On next Sunday evening
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On the road to Drum Slieve
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'Tis sadly and lonely
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I pass the time on Sunday
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My head bowed in sorrow
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My sights heavy with woe
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As I gaze upon the byways
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That my true love walks over
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Now she's wed to another
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And left me forlorn
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Brid Og Ni Mhaille
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| The Corrs |
