TOMMY MAKEM

- The Bard Of Armagh Lyrics

Oh list to the lay of a poor Irish harper
And scorn not the strains of his old, withered hands
But remember his fingers, they once could move sharper
To raise up the memory of his dear native land
At a fair or a wake, I could twist my shillelagh
Or trip through a jig with my brogues bound with straw
And all the pretty colleens around me assembled

Loved their bold Phelim Brady, the bard of Armagh
Oh, how I long to muse on the days of my boyhood
But four score and three years have flitted since then
But they bring sweet reflections, as every young joy
should
For, the merry hearted boys makes the best of old men
And when sergeant death, in his cold arms shall embrace
me
And lull me to sleep with sweet Erin go bragh
By the side of my Kathleen, my young wife then place me
Then forget Phelim Brady, the bard of Armagh

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Who wrote The Bard Of Armagh lyrics?


The Bard Of Armagh is written by John Mcdermott.
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When was The Bard Of Armagh released?


It is first released in 1961 as part of Tommy Makem's album "Songs of Tommy Makem" which includes 24 tracks in total.
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Which genre is The Bard Of Armagh?


The Bard Of Armagh falls under the genres Singer, Songwriter.
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How long is the song The Bard Of Armagh?


The Bard Of Armagh song length is 2 minutes and 45 seconds.
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Songwriter(s): John Mcdermott
Record Label(s): 2007 Sunswept Music LLC
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