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