[00:00.00]时代音乐网 www.78497.com  [00:04.11]Oh list to the lay of a poor Irish harper [00:14.05]And scorn not the strains of his old withered hands [00:22.35]But remember his fingers they once could move sharper [00:32.57]To raise up the memory of his dear native land [00:42.87]At a fair or a wake I could twist my shillelagh [00:50.93]Or trip through a jig with my brogues bound with straw [00:57.75]And all the pretty colleens around me assembled [01:07.96]Loved their bold Phelim Brady the bard of Armagh [01:18.99]Oh how I long to muse on the days of my boyhood [01:29.44]But four score and three years have flitted since then [01:38.44]But they bring sweet reflections as every young joy should [01:48.26]For the merry hearted boys makes the best of old men [01:58.68]And when sergeant death in his cold arms shall embrace me [02:09.61]And lull me to sleep with sweet Erin go bragh [02:18.87]By the side of my Kathleen my young wife then place me [02:31.28]Then forget Phelim Brady the bard of Armagh