《The Bard Of Armagh (Album Version)》歌词

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The Bard Of Armargh - The Clancy Brothers[00:00:01]

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

And scorn not the strains of his old withered hands[00:00:13]

But remember his fingers they once could move sharper[00:00:22]

To raise up the memory of his dear native land[00:00:32]

At a fair or a wake I could twist my shillelagh[00:00:42]

Or trip through a jig with my brogues bound with straw[00:00:50]

And all the pretty colleens around me assembled[00:00:57]

Loved their bold Phelim Brady the bard of Armagh[00:01:07]

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

But four score and three years have flitted since then[00:01:28]

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

For the merry hearted boys makes the best of old men[00:01:47]

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[00:02:18]

Then forget Phelim Brady the bard of Armagh[00:02:30]

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