《The Bard of Armagh》歌词

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The Bard of Armagh - Clancy Brothers[00:00:00]

Oh list to the lay of a poor Irish Harper[00:00:04]

And scorn not the strains of[00:00:13]

His old withered hand[00:00:17]

But remember his fingers[00:00:22]

They once could move sharper[00:00:27]

To raise up the memory of[00:00:32]

His dear native land[00:00:37]

At a fair or a wake[00:00:42]

I could twist my shillelagh[00:00:45]

Or trip through a jig with[00:00:50]

My brogues bound with straw[00:00:53]

And all the pretty colleens in[00:00:57]

The village or the valley[00:01:02]

Loved their bold Phelim Brady[00:01:07]

The bard of Armagh[00:01:12]

How I long to muse on the days of my boyhood[00:01:18]

But four score and three years have flitted since then[00:01:29]

But they bring sweet reflections as every young joy should[00:01:38]

For the merry hearted boys make the best of old men[00:01:48]

And when sergeant death in his cold arms shall embrace me[00:01:58]

And lull me to sleep with sweet Erin go Bragh[00:02:09]

By the side of my Kathleen my young wife then place me[00:02:19]

Then forget Phelim Brady the bard of Armagh[00:02:31]

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