Is a Bhrнd Уg Nн Mhбille
's tъ d'fhбg mo chroн crбite
's chuir tъ arraingeacha
An bhбis frнd cheartlбare mo chroн
Tб na cйadta fear I ngrб
Le d'йadan ciъin nбireach
Is go dtug tъ barr breбchtacht'
Ar Thнare Oirghiall mбs fнor
Nнl nн ar bith is бille
Nб'n ghealach os cionn a' tsбile are
Nб blбth bбn na n-airne
Bнos ag fбs ar an draighean
У siъd mar bнos mo ghrб-sa
Nнos trilsн le breбchtacht
Bйilнn meala na hбilleacht'
Nach ndearna riamh claon
Is buachaill deas уg mй
'tб triall chun mo phуsta
's nн buan I bhfad beo mй
Mura bhfaighidh mй mo mhian
A chuisle is a stуirнn
Dйan rйidh agus bн romhamsa
Cionn deireanach den Domhnach
Ar Bhуithrнn Dhroim Sliabh
Is tuirseach 's brуnach
A chaithimse an Domhnach
Mo hata 'mo dhorn liom
's mй ag osnaнl go trom
's mй ag amharc ar na bуithre
'Mbнonn mo ghrб-sa ag gabhail ann
's н ag fear eile pуsta
Is gan н bheith liom
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
