Tonalidad: Ab major•
Verse 1
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Oh, list to the lay of a
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poor Irish harper,
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And scorn not the strength
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of his own withered hand,
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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 of his
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At a fairer wake I could
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twist my shillelagh
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Or trip through a jig
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with my brogues bound
And with straw,
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and all the pretty colors
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Around me assembled,
loved her bold Philem Brady,
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The Bard of Armour.
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Oh, how I long to muse
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on the days of my boyhood.
Though four score and three years
have flitted since then,
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But it brings sweet reflection,
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as every young joy should,
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For the merry -hearted boys
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make the be st of all men.
And when certain death
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in his cold arms shall embrace me,
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Who'll allow me to sleep with
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sweet Anne Goldberg
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By the side of my Kathleen,
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my young wife who prays me.
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Then forget Philem Brady,
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the bard of Armagh.
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