Bridget Omalley

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