Brid og ni mhaille chords by The Corrs

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Verse 1
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Is a Bhríd Ní Mháille
'S tú d'fhág mo chroí cráite
Em 
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'S chuir tú  arraingeacha
An bháis trí cheartlár mo chroí
Tá na mílte fear i ngrá
Em 
G 
Le d'éadan ciúin náireach
Is go dtug yú barr breáchtacht'
Are Thír Oirghiall más fíor

Verse 2
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Níl ní bith is áille
Ná'n ghealach os cionn a' tsáile
Ná bláth bán na n-airne
Bíos ag fás are an droigheann
Ó siúd mar bíos mo ghrá-sa
Níos trilsí le breáchtacht
Béilín meala na háilleachta'
Nach ndearna claon

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Verse 3

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

Are Bhóithrín Dhroim Sliabh

Verse 4
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Is tuirseach 's brónach
A chaithimse an Domhnach
Mo hata I' mo dhorn
'S mé ag osnaíl go trom
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'S mé  ag amharc are na bóithre
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'Mbíonn mo ghrá-sa ag gabhail ann
D 
'S í ag fear eile pósta
G 
Is gan í bheith liom
'S í ag fear pósta
Is gan í bheith liom

Verse 5
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Translation
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Oh Bríd O'Malley
Em 
You have left my heart breaking
C 
You've sent the death pangs
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Of sorrow to pierce my heart sore
C 
A hundred men are craving
For your breathtaking beauty
Em 
You're the fairest of maidens
C 
G 
In Oriel for sure

Verse 6
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No spectacle is fairer
Em 
Than moonbeams on  the harbour
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Or the sweet scented blossoms
Of the sloe on the thorn
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But my love shines much brighter
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In looks and in stature
That honey-lipped beauty

Verse 7
Who never said wrong
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I'm a handsome young fellow
Em 
Who is thinking of wedlock
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Bm 
But my life will be shortened
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If I don't get my dear
C 
My love and my darling
Prepare now to meet me
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C 
On next sunday evening
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On the road to Drum Slieve

Verse 8
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'Tis sadly and lonely
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I pass the time on Sunday
My head bowed in sorrow
My sights heavy with woe
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As I gaze upon the byways
C 
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That my true love walks over
D 
Now she's wed to another
C 
And left me forlorn