Тональность: D major•
Verse 1
D
G
A
D
Em
Oh list to the lay
D
A
of a poor Irish harper
Bm
Em
D
And scorn not the strains of his old,
D
G
A
But remember his fingers,
Bm
A
they once could move sharper
Bm
Em
To raise up the memory
G
D
of his dear native land
Verse 2
Em
wake,
D
A
I could twist my shillelagh
Bm
G
Or trip through a jig with
D
A
my brogues bound with straw
D
A
And all the pretty colleens
Bm
around me assembled
F#m
D
G
Em
Loved their bold Phelim Brady,
A
D
the bard of Armagh
Verse 3
D
A
Oh, how I long to muse on the
Bm
F#m
days of my boyhood
D
A
Bm
Em
But four score and three years
D
A
have flitted since then
D
A
But they bring sweet reflections,
Bm
A
as every young joy should
Bm
Em
For, the merry hearted boys makes
A
D
Bm
Em
A
D
the best of old men
Verse 4
A
And when sergeant death,
Bm
F#m
in his cold arms shall embrace me
Bm
G
An d lull me to sleep with sweet
D
A
Erin go bragh
D
Em
By the side of my Kathleen,
D
A
my young wife then place me
D
Bm
Em
Then forget Phelim Brady,
A
D
the bard of Armagh
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