《The Bard Of Armagh》歌词

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The Bard Of Armagh - Tommy Makem[00:00:00]

Written by：Traditional Pd/Baird J[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 hand[00:00:14]

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[00:00:43]

Or trip through a jig with my brogues bound with straw[00:00:51]

And all the pretty colleens in the village or the valley[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[00:01:19]

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

But it 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]

Then 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]

And forget phelim brady the bard of armagh[00:02:31]

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