The Bard Of Armagh-Deidre O'Callaghan

[ti:The Bard Of Armagh] [ar:Deidre O'Callaghan] [al:Celtic Jewels] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]The Bard Of Armagh - Deidre O'Callaghan [00:12.58]Oh list to the lay of a poor Irish harper [00:19.91] [00:22.79]And scorn not the strains of his old withered hands [00:29.65] [00:32.19]But remember his fingers they once could move sharper [00:40.57] [00:41.68]To raise up the memory of his dear native land [00:48.93] [00:55.42]At a fair or a wake I could twist my shillelagh [01:02.06]Or trip through a jig with my brogues bound with straw [01:08.35] [01:09.42]And all the pretty colleens around me assembled [01:15.47] [01:17.64]Loved their bold Phelim Brady the bard of Armagh [01:26.15] [01:33.34]And when sergeant death in his cold arms shall embrace me [01:42.67] [01:46.15]And lull me to sleep with sweet Erin go bragh [01:53.40] [01:56.16]By the side of my Kathleen my young wife then place me [02:06.86] [02:08.75]Then forget Phelim Brady the bard of Armagh