آهنگ: The Corrs. Brid Og Ni Mhaille.
Is a Bhrid Og Ni Mhaille
'S tu d'fhag mo chroi craite
'S chuir tu arraingeacha
An bhais frid cheartlar mo chroi
Ta na ceadta fear i ngra
Le d'eadan ciuin naireach
Is go dtug tu barr breachtacht'
Ar Thir Oirghiall mas fior
Nil ni ar bith is aille
Na'n 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
'S tu d'fhag mo chroi craite
'S chuir tu arraingeacha
An bhais frid cheartlar mo chroi
Ta na ceadta fear i ngra
Le d'eadan ciuin naireach
Is go dtug tu barr breachtacht'
Ar Thir Oirghiall mas fior
Nil ni ar bith is aille
Na'n 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
Corrs, The
Corrs, The