《The Bard of Armagh》歌词

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

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

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

[00:00:17] His old withered hand

[00:00:22] But remember his fingers

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

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

[00:00:37] His dear native land

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[00:01:12] The bard of Armagh

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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