[00:00.00]时代音乐网 www.78497.com  [00:04.03]Oh list to the lay of a poor Irish harper [00:13.86]And scorn not the strains of his old  withered hands [00:22.05]But remember his fingers  they once could move sharper [00:32.39]To raise up the memory of his dear native land [00:42.58]At a fair or a wake  I could twist my shillelagh [00:50.77]Or trip through a jig with my brogues bound with straw [00:57.52]And all the pretty colleens around me assembled [01:07.46]Loved their bold Phelim Brady  the bard of Armagh [01:18.70]Oh  how I long to muse on the days of my boyhood [01:28.97]But four score and three years have flitted since then [01:38.05]But they bring sweet reflections  as every young joy should [01:47.86]For  the merry hearted boys makes the best of old men [01:58.21]And when sergeant death  in his cold arms shall embrace me [02:09.25]And lull me to sleep with sweet Erin go bragh [02:18.44]By the side of my Kathleen  my young wife then place me [02:30.81]Then forget Phelim Brady  the bard of Armagh