《The Bard of Armagh》歌词

[00:00:00] The Bard of Armagh - The Clancy Brothers/Tommy Makem

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

[00:00:13] And scorn not the strains of his old withered hands

[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

[00:00:42] At a fair or a wake I could twist my shillelagh

[00:00:50] Or trip through a jig with my brogues bound with straw

[00:00:57] And all the pretty colleens around me assembled

[00:01:07] Loved their bold Phelim Brady the bard of Armagh

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

[00:01:28] But four score and three years have flitted since then

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

[00:01:47] For the merry hearted boys makes 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

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

[00:02:30] Then forget Phelim Brady the bard of Armagh