The Bard Of Armagh-John McDermott

[ti:The Bard Of Armagh] [ar:John McDermott] [al:Old Friends] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.13]The Bard Of Armagh - John McDermott [00:02.30]Written by：Traditional [00:02.96] [00:15.50]Oh [00:16.50]List to the strains of a poor irish harper [00:24.94] [00:25.67]And scorn not the strings from his poor withered hand [00:34.01] [00:34.83]Oh remember his fingers could once move more sharper [00:44.76] [00:45.87]To raise up the memory of his dear native land [00:58.18] [01:09.35]At fair or at wake I would twist my shillelagh [01:18.33] [01:19.09]And trip [01:19.85] [01:20.85]Through the jig way my brogues tight [01:25.31] [01:25.93]With straw [01:27.85]And all the pretty maids in the village and valley [01:37.17] [01:38.01]Loved their bold phelim brady the bard of armagh [01:49.68] [02:00.61]And when sergeant daeth in his cold arms shall embrace me [02:12.76] [02:13.88]And lull me to sleep [02:18.91] [02:20.48]With sweet erin [02:23.56]Go bragh [02:27.57] [02:28.29]By the side of my kathleen [02:35.54] [02:36.46]My young wife oh then place me [02:43.02] [02:45.99]Then forget [02:47.21] [02:49.17]Phelim brady the bard of armagh