Here's the Traditional Ballad Index entry on this song:

Bridget O'Malley

DESCRIPTION: The singer laments that Bridget has left him heartbroken. He describes her beauty most fulsomely, and says his Sundays are now lonely and full of another. (She is now married, but) he bids her meet him on the road to Drumsleve
AUTHOR: unknown
EARLIEST DATE: 1962 (recorded by Peter Kennedy)
KEYWORDS: love betrayal abandonment marriage foreignlanguage
FOUND IN: Ireland
REFERENCES (2 citations):
Kennedy 27, "Brid Og Ni Mhaille (Bridget O'Malley) (1 text+translation, 1 tune)
DT, BRIDOMAL*
NOTES: Kennedy does not seem aware of any English-language versions of this Irish Gaelic song, but Silly Wizard found a text somewhere. It may well be a modern translation; it's awfully flowery. Indeed, the publication in Sing Out!, Volume 37, #4, p. 84, implies that it was assembled by Ruth Morgan" (although it does not make it clear how much was already translated). But I decided to include the song here because some might search for it. - RBW
File: K027

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Here are the lyrics we have in the Digital Tradition. Any comments or corrections?

BRIDGIT O'MALLEY

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.

(Spelled "Briget O'Malley" on "So Many Partings")
Recorded by Silly Wizard
@Irish @parting
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Here's the Silly Wizard recording, which seems to be the source of the DT lyrics:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K7KHV1nKMAw