The Corrs Follow

Is a Bhríd Óg Ní Mháille

'S tú d'fhág mo chroí cráite

'S chuir tú arraingeacha

An bháis trí cheartlár mo chroí

Tá na mílte fear i ngrá

Le d'éadan ciúin náireach

Is go dtug tú barr breáchtacht'

Ar Thír Oirghiall más fíor

Níl ní ar bith is áille

Ná'n ghealach os cionn a' tsáile

Ná bláth bán na n-airne

Bíos ag fás ar an droigheann

Ó siúd mar bíos mo ghrá-sa

Níos trilsí le breáchtacht

Béilín meala na háilleachta'

Nach ndearna riamh claon

Is buachaill deas óg mé

'Tá triall chun mo phósta

'S ní buan i bhfad beo mé

Mura bhfaighidh mé mo mhian

A chuisle is a stóirín

Déan réidh agus bí romhamsa

Cionn deireanach den Domhnach

Ar Bhóithrín Dhroim Sliabh

Is tuirseach 's brónach

A chaithimse an Domhnach

Mo hata I’ mo dhorn

'S mé ag osnaíl go trom

'S mé ag amharc ar na bóithre

'Mbíonn mo ghrá-sa ag gabhail ann

'S í ag fear eile pósta

Is gan í bheith liom

'S í ag fear eile pósta

Is gan í bheith liom

Translation

Oh Bríd Óg O'Malley

You have left my heart breaking

You've sent the death pangs

Of sorrow to pierce my heart sore

A hundred men are craving

For your breathtaking beauty

You're the fairest of maidens

In Oriel for sure

No spectacle is fairer

Than moonbeams on the harbor

Or the sweet scented blossoms

Of the sloe on the thorn

But my love shines much brighter

In looks and in stature

That honey-lipped beauty

Who never said wrong

I'm a handsome young fellow

Who is thinking of wedlock

But my life will be shortened

If I don't get my dear

My love and my darling

Prepare now to meet me

On next Sunday evening

On the road to Drum Slieve

'Tis sadly and lonely

I pass the time on Sunday

My head bowed in sorrow

My sights heavy with woe

As I gaze upon the byways

That my true love walks over

Now she's wed to another

And left me forlorn