i tabbed it 2 steps up:

  
            C (x32010@1)name="chord_133211@1">F C (x32010@1)name="chord_320001@1">G7
    Oh list' to the lay of a poor Irish harper,
         Am (x02210@1)name="chord_133211@1">F C (x32010@1)name="chord_133211@1">F
    And scorn not the strings in his old withered hands,
         C (x32010@1)name="chord_133211@1">F Am (x02210@1)name="chord_320001@1">G7
    But remember those fingers, they once could move sharper,
            Am (x02210@1)name="chord_133211@1">F C-Gsus4-C
    To raise up the strains of his dear native land.

                C (x32010@1)name="chord_133211@1">F C (x32010@1)name="chord_320001@1">G7
    It was long before the shamrock, dear Isle's lovely emblem,
                 Am (x02210@1)name="chord_133211@1">F C (x32010@1)name="chord_133211@1">F
    Was crushed in its beauty by the Saxon's lion paw,
                   C (x32010@1)name="chord_133211@1">F Am (x02210@1)name="chord_320001@1">G7
    And all the pretty colleens around me would gather,
                 Am (x02210@1)name="chord_133211@1">F C-Gsus4-C
    Called me their bold Phelim Brady, the Bard of Armagh.

    
                  C (x32010@1)name="chord_133211@1">F C (x32010@1)name="chord_320001@1">G7
    How I love to muse on the days of my boyhood,
                   Am (x02210@1)name="chord_133211@1">F C (x32010@1)name="chord_133211@1">F
    Though four score and three years have fled by since then.
                        C (x32010@1)name="chord_133211@1">F Am (x02210@1)name="chord_320001@1">G7
    Still it gives sweet reflection, as every young joys should,
                    Am (x02210@1)name="chord_133211@1">F C-Gsus4-C
    For the merry-hearted boys make the best of old men.

    
                    C (x32010@1)name="chord_133211@1">F C (x32010@1)name="chord_320001@1">G7
    At a fair or a wake I would twist my shillelagh,
                   Am (x02210@1)name="chord_133211@1">F C (x32010@1)name="chord_133211@1">F
    And trip through a dance with my brogues tied with straw.
                          C (x32010@1)name="chord_133211@1">F Am (x02210@1)name="chord_320001@1">G7
    There all the pretty maidens around me would gather,
               Am (x02210@1)name="chord_133211@1">F C-Gsus4-C
    Called me their bold Phelim Brady, the Bard of Armagh.


                   C (x32010@1)name="chord_133211@1">F C (x32010@1)name="chord_320001@1">G7
    In truth I have wandered this wide world over,
                     Am (x02210@1)name="chord_133211@1">F C (x32010@1)name="chord_133211@1">F
    Yet Ireland's my home and a dwelling for me.
              C (x32010@1)name="chord_133211@1">F Am (x02210@1)name="chord_320001@1">G7
    And, oh, let the turf that my old bones shall cover
               Am (x02210@1)name="chord_133211@1">F C-Gsus4-C
    Be cut from the land that is trod by the free.

 
                        C (x32010@1)name="chord_133211@1">F C (x32010@1)name="chord_320001@1">G7
    And when Sergeant Death in his cold arms doth embrace me,
                     Am (x02210@1)name="chord_133211@1">F C (x32010@1)name="chord_133211@1">F
    And lulls me to sleep with old 'Erin-go-Bragh',
                 C (x32010@1)name="chord_133211@1">F Am (x02210@1)name="chord_320001@1">G7
    By the side of my Kathleen, my dear pride, oh, place me,
                    Am (x02210@1)name="chord_133211@1">F C-Gsus4-C
    Then forget Phelim Brady, the Bard of Armagh.