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    The Clancy Brothers / Lyrics

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    "The Bard Of Armagh" Lyrics

    The Clancy Brothers feat. Tommy Makem

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    Oh list to the lay of a poor Irish harper
    And scorn not the strains of his old, withered hands
    But remember his fingers, they once could move sharper
    To raise up the memory of his dear native land

    At a fair or a wake, I could twist my shillelagh
    Or trip through a jig with my brogues bound with straw
    And all the pretty colleens around me assembled
    Loved their bold Phelim Brady, the bard of Armagh

    Oh, how I long to muse on the days of my boyhood
    But four score and three years have flitted since then
    But they bring sweet reflections, as every young joy should
    For, the merry hearted boys makes the best of old men

    And when sergeant death, in his cold arms shall embrace me
    And lull me to sleep with sweet Erin go bragh
    By the side of my Kathleen, my young wife then place me
    Then forget Phelim Brady, the bard of Armagh
    This song was submitted on August 11th, 2013 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
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