The Bard of Armagh-Joe Lynch

[ti:The Bard of Armagh] [ar:Joe Lynch] [al:The Best of Joe Lynch Vol. 3] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]The Bard of Armagh - Joe Lynch [00:11.22]Oh list to the lay of a poor Irish harper [00:19.55] [00:20.67]And scorn not the strains of his old withered hands [00:29.73]But remember his fingers they once could move sharper [00:38.00] [00:39.55]To raise up in the strains of his dear native land [00:48.32] [00:58.02]At a fair or a wake I could twist my shillelagh [01:05.29] [01:05.93]Or trip through a jig with my brogues bound with straw [01:13.27]And all the pretty colleens around me assembled [01:22.05]Loved their bold Phelim Brady the bard of Armagh [01:28.21] [01:38.55]And when sergeant death in his cold arms shall embrace me [01:47.68] [01:48.26]And lull me to sleep with sweet Erin go bragh [01:55.61] [01:57.72]By the side of my Kathleen my young wife then place me [02:08.69]Then forget Phelim Brady the bard of Armagh