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The Bard Of Armagh - John McDermott

Written by：Traditional

Oh

List to the strains of a poor irish harper

And scorn not the strings from his poor withered hand

Oh remember his fingers could once move more sharper

To raise up the memory of his dear native land

At fair or at wake I would twist my shillelagh

And trip

Through the jig way my brogues tight

With straw

And all the pretty maids in the village and valley

Loved their bold phelim brady the bard of armagh

And when sergeant daeth 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 oh then place me

Then forget

Phelim brady the bard of armagh