The Corrs

Is a Bhrid Og Ni Mhaille
S tu dfhag mo chroi craite
S chuir tu arraingeacha
An bhais frid cheartlar mo chroi
Ta na ceadta fear i ngra
Le deadan ciuin naireach
Is go dtug tu barr breachtacht
Ar Thir Oirghiall mas fior
Nil ni ar bith is aille
Nan ghealach os cionn a tsaile r
Na blath ban na n-airne
Bios ag fas ar an draighean
O siud mar bios mo ghra-sa
Nios trilsi le breachtacht
Beilin meala na hailleacht
Nach ndearna riamh claon
Is buachaill deas og me
Ta triall chun mo phosta
S ni buan i bhfad beo me
Mura bhfaighidh me mo mhian
A chuisle is a stoirin
Dean reidh agus bi romhamsa
Cionn deireanach den Domhnach
Ar Bhoithrin Dhroim Sliabh
Is tuirseach s bronach
A chaithimse an Domhnach
Mo hata mo dhorn liom
S me ag osnail go trom
S me ag amharc ar na boithre
Mbionn mo ghra-sa ag gabhail ann
S i ag fear eile posta
Is gan i bheith liom
[ Brid Og Ni Mhaille Lyrics ]