Is a BhrГ­d Г“g NГ­ MhГЎille
'S tГє d'fhГЎg mo chroГ­ crГЎite
'S chuir tГє arraingeacha
An bhГЎis frГ­d cheartlГЎr mo chroГ­
TГЎ na cГ©adta fear i ngrГЎ
Le d'Г©adan ciГєin nГЎireach
Is go dtug tГє barr breГЎchtacht'
Ar ThГ­r Oirghiall mГЎs fГ­or

NГ­l nГ­ ar bith is ГЎille
NГЎ'n ghealach os cionn a' tsГЎile r
NГЎ blГЎth bГЎn na n-airne
BГ­os ag fГЎs ar an draighean
Г“ siГєd mar bГ­os mo ghrГЎ-sa
NГ­os trilsГ­ le breГЎchtacht
BГ©ilГ­n meala na hГЎilleacht'
Nach ndearna riamh claon

Is buachaill deas Гіg mГ©
'TГЎ triall chun mo phГіsta
'S nГ­ buan i bhfad beo mГ©
Mura bhfaighidh mГ© mo mhian
A chuisle is a stГіirГ­n
DГ©an rГ©idh agus bГ­ romhamsa
Cionn deireanach den Domhnach
Ar BhГіithrГ­n Dhroim Sliabh

Is tuirseach 's brГіnach
A chaithimse an Domhnach
Mo hata 'mo dhorn liom
'S mГ© ag osnaГ­l go trom
'S mГ© ag amharc ar na bГіithre
'MbГ­onn mo ghrГЎ-sa ag gabhail ann
'S Г­ ag fear eile pГіsta
Is gan Г­ bheith liom

[Translation:]

Oh Brid Og 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

• Black Is The Colour
• Brid Og Ni Mhaille
• Buachhaill On Eirne
• Dimming Of The Day
• Heart Like A Wheel
• Moorlough Shore
• My Lagan Love
• Old Town
• Peggy Gordon
• Spancill Hill