John McDermott - The Bard of Armagh Lyrics
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The Bard of Armagh
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What Are The Lyrics For The Bard of Armagh By John McDermott?
Oh list to the strains of a poor Irish harper
And scorn not the strings from his poor withered hand Oh remember his fingers could once move more sharper To raise up the memory of his dear native land At fair or at wake I would twist my shillelagh Or trip throughout he jig in my brogues bound with straw And all the pretty maids in the village and the valley Loved their bold Phelim Brady, the Bard of Armagh And when Sergeant Daeth in his cold arms shall embrace me And lull me to sleep with sweet with sweet Erin go bragh By the side of my Kathleen, my young young wife, oh then place me Then forget Phelim Brady, the Bard of Armagh |
Who Wrote The Bard of Armagh By John McDermott?
J Baird, Pd Traditional
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What's The Duration Of The The Bard of Armagh By John McDermott?The duration of The Bard of Armagh is 3:23 minutes and seconds. |
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