《The Bard Of Armagh》歌词

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

[00:00:01] Written by：Traditional Pd/Baird J

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

[00:00:14] And scorn not the strains of his old withered hand

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

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

[00:00:43] At a fair or a wake I could twist my shillelagh

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

[00:00:57] And all the pretty colleens in the village or the valley

[00:01:07] Loved their bold phelim brady the bard of armagh

[00:01:19] Oh how I long to muse on the days of my boyhood

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

[00:01:38] But it 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] Then lull me to sleep with sweet erin go bragh

[00:02:18] By the side of my kathleen my young wife then place me

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