(Spelled "Briget O'Malley" on "So Many Partings")
  
   Oh Bridgit O?Malley. You?ve left my heart shaken
   With a hopeless desolation, I?d have you to know
   It?s the wonders of admiration your quiet face has taken
   And your beauty will haunt me wherever I go.
  
   The white moon above the pale sands, the pale stars above the thorn tree
   Are cold beside my darling, but no purer than she
   I gaze upon the cold moon till the stars drown in the warm sea
   And the bright eyes of my darling are never on me.
  
   My Sunday it is weary, my Sunday it is grey now
   My heart is a cold thing, my heart is a stone
   All joy is dead within me, my life has gone away now
   For another has taken My Love for his own.
  
   The day it is approaching when we were to be married
   And it?s rather I would die than live only to grieve.
   Oh meet me, My Darling, e?er the sets o?er the barley
   And I?ll meet you there on the road to Drumslieve.
  
   Oh Bridgit O?Malley. You?ve left my heart shaken
   With a hopeless desolation, I?d have you to know
   It?s the wonders of admiration your quiet face has taken
   And your beauty will haunt me wherever I go.