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Michael Daly
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The Bard Of Armagh
Oh, list to the lay of a poor Irish harper And scorn not the strings of his withered old hand Remember his fingers they once could move sharper To raise up the memory of his dear native land
When I was a young lad, King Jamie did flourish And I followed the wars in my brogues bound with straw And all the fair colleens from Wexford to Durrish Called me bold Phelim Brady, the Bard of Armagh
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How I long for to muse on the days of my boyhood Though four score and three years have flitted since then Still it gives sweet reflections, as every young joy should For light hearted boys make the best of old men
At pattern or fair I could twist my shillelagh もっと沢山の歌詞は ※ Mojim.com Or trip through the jig with my brogues bound with straw Whilst all the pretty maidens around me assembled Loving bold Phelim Brady the Bard of Armagh
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Although I have travelled this wide world over Yet Erin's a home and a parent to me Then, oh, let the ground that my old bones shall cover Be cut from the soil that is trod by the free
And when Sergeant Death in his cold arms embrace me Oh, lull me to sleep with 'Erin Go Bragh' By the side of my Kathleen, my young wife oh place me Then forget Phelim Brady, the Bard of Armagh
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