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The Bard Of Armagh - John McCormack (麦考梅克)

Written by：Schneider,Traditional

Oh list to the lay of a poor Irish harper

And scorn not the strains of

His old withered hand

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 in

The village or the valley

Loved their bold Phelim Brady

The bard of Armagh

And when Sergeant Death in

His cold arms shall embrace me

Then lull me to sleep with

Sweet Erin go Bragh

By the side of my Kathleen

My young wife then place me

And forget Phelim Brady

The bard of Armagh