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            CF CG7
    Oh list' to the lay of a poor Irish harper,
         AmF CF
    And scorn not the strings in his old withered hands,
         CF AmG7
    But remember those fingers, they once could move sharper,
            AmF C-Gsus4-C
    To raise up the strains of his dear native land.

                CF CG7
    It was long before the shamrock, dear Isle's lovely emblem,
                 AmF CF
    Was crushed in its beauty by the Saxon's lion paw,
                   CF AmG7
    And all the pretty colleens around me would gather,
                 AmF C-Gsus4-C
    Called me their bold Phelim Brady, the Bard of Armagh.

    
                  CF CG7
    How I love to muse on the days of my boyhood,
                   AmF CF
    Though four score and three years have fled by since then.
                        CF AmG7
    Still it gives sweet reflection, as every young joys should,
                    AmF C-Gsus4-C
    For the merry-hearted boys make the best of old men.

    
                    CF CG7
    At a fair or a wake I would twist my shillelagh,
                   AmF CF
    And trip through a dance with my brogues tied with straw.
                          CF AmG7
    There all the pretty maidens around me would gather,
               AmF C-Gsus4-C
    Called me their bold Phelim Brady, the Bard of Armagh.


                   CF CG7
    In truth I have wandered this wide world over,
                     AmF CF
    Yet Ireland's my home and a dwelling for me.
              CF AmG7
    And, oh, let the turf that my old bones shall cover
               AmF C-Gsus4-C
    Be cut from the land that is trod by the free.

 
                        CF CG7
    And when Sergeant Death in his cold arms doth embrace me,
                     AmF CF
    And lulls me to sleep with old 'Erin-go-Bragh',
                 CF AmG7
    By the side of my Kathleen, my dear pride, oh, place me,
                    AmF C-Gsus4-C
    Then forget Phelim Brady, the Bard of Armagh.