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"The Bard of Armagh" is an Irish ballad. It is often attributed to Patrick Donnelly. He was made Bishop of Dromore in 1697, the same year as the enactment of the 1697 Banishment Act which was intended to clear out all Roman Catholic clergy from Ireland. - Wikipedia
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    Bard of Armagh

    by Patrick Donnelly
    [D] [G] [D] [A7]

    Oh [D] list’ to the [G] lay of a [D] poor Irish [A7] harper
    And [D] scorn not the [A] strains of his [D] withered old [A7] hand
    Re- [D] member his [G] fingers they [D] once could move [A7] sharper
    To [D] raise up the [Em] memory of [A] his native [D] land

    It was long ‘fore the shamrock, dear isle’s lovely emblem
    Was crushed in its beauty by the Saxon’s lion paw
    And all the fair colleens from Wexford to Durrish
    Called me Bold Phelim Brady, the Bard of Armagh

    [D] [G] [D/F#] [Em - A7]

    How I love for to muse on the days of my boyhood
    Though four score and three years have flitted since then
    Still it gives sweet reflections as every young joy should
    For the light hearted boys make the best of old men

    At pattern or fair I could twist my shillelagh
    And trip through a jig with my brogues bound with straw
    Whilst all the pretty maidens around me would gather
    For Bold Phelim Brady, the Bard of Armagh

    [D] [G] [D/F#] [Em - A7]

    Although I have travelled this wide world all over
    Yet Erin’s my home and a parent for me
    And, oh, let the turf that my old bones will cover
    Be cut from the soil that is trod by the free

    And when Sergeant Death in his arms shall embrace me
    And lull me to sleep with sweet Erin go bragh
    By the side of my young wife, dear Kathleen, oh place me
    Then forget Phelim Brady, the Bard of Armagh

    [D] [G] [D/F#] [Em - A7] X3