《The Bard Of Armagh》歌词

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A Bard of Armagh - John McCormack[00:00:00]

Oh list to the lay of a poor Irish harper[00:00:14]

And scorn not the strains of[00:00:24]

His old withered hand[00:00:28]

But remember his fingers[00:00:31]

They once could move sharper[00:00:37]

To raise up the memory of[00:00:41]

His dear native land[00:00:46]

At a fair or a wake[00:00:56]

I could twist my shillelagh[00:00:59]

Or trip through a jig with[00:01:03]

My brogues bound with straw[00:01:05]

And all the pretty colleens in[00:01:08]

The village or the valley[00:01:12]

Loved their bold Phelim Brady [00:01:15]

The bard of Armagh[00:01:19]

And when Sergeant Death in[00:02:01]

His cold arms shall embrace me[00:02:08]

Then lull me to sleep with[00:02:14]

Sweet Erin go Bragh[00:02:20]

By the side of my Kathleen [00:02:25]

My young wife then place me[00:02:31]

And forget Phelim Brady [00:02:40]

The bard of Armagh[00:02:47]

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