The Bard of Armagh
The Clancy Brothers And Tommy Makem Lyrics


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Oh list to the lay of a poor Irish harper
And scorn not the strains of his old, withered hands
But remember his fingers, they once could move sharper
To raise up the memory of his dear native land

At a fair or a wake, I could twist my shillelagh
Or trip through a jig with my brogues bound with straw
And all the pretty colleens around me assembled
Loved their bold Phelim Brady, the bard of Armagh

Oh, how I long to muse on the days of my boyhood
But four score and three years have flitted since then
But they bring sweet reflections, as every young joy should
For, the merry hearted boys makes the best of old men

And when sergeant death, in his cold arms shall embrace me
And lull me to sleep with sweet Erin go bragh




By the side of my Kathleen, my young wife then place me
Then forget Phelim Brady, the bard of Armagh

Overall Meaning

The Bard Of Armagh is a traditional Irish folk song that tells the story of Phelim Brady, an old Irish harper who reminisces about the days of his youth. Despite his age and physical limitations, Phelim Brady still has fond memories of his past when he could play his harp with dexterity and dance with young women. As he contrasts his present with the past, he longs for those earlier days and the joy they brought him.


The bard's words offer a striking contrast between the youth and old age and the different ways we experience and remember them. The first stanza focuses on the harper's hands and his hope that he won't be scorned for their current state. He then goes on to describe how he could dance and play at fairs, and how the ladies swooned over the "bold Phelim Brady, the bard of Armagh." The second stanza is an ode to the joys of youth, with Phelim longing to relive those days of his boyhood. He acknowledges that he has lived a long life but still cherishes the memories of those years.


While the song is straightforward, it offers a poignant commentary on the nature of aging and our relationship with time. The final stanza is perhaps the most poignant, as Phelim contemplates his own mortality and hopes that he will be laid to rest beside his beloved wife. It is a powerful reminder that life moves quickly and that we should cherish the time we have.


Line by Line Meaning

Oh list to the lay of a poor Irish harper
Listen to the music played by a poor Irish harp player


And scorn not the strains of his old, withered hands
Do not dismiss the music due to the player's age or worn hands


But remember his fingers, they once could move sharper
Recall that the player's fingers were once quicker and more skillful


To raise up the memory of his dear native land
To evoke memories of Ireland through his music


At a fair or a wake, I could twist my shillelagh
At social gatherings, I could perform traditional Irish dances and exercises using my walking stick known as a shillelagh


Or trip through a jig with my brogues bound with straw
I could dance a jig wearing traditional Irish shoes with straw woven into the fabric


And all the pretty colleens around me assembled
Assembled around me were many beautiful young women


Loved their bold Phelim Brady, the bard of Armagh
Who admired the musician known as Phelim Brady, also referred to as the poet (bard) of Armagh


Oh, how I long to muse on the days of my boyhood
I desire to reflect on the experiences of my youth


But four score and three years have flitted since then
Although it has been 83 years since that time


But they bring sweet reflections, as every young joy should
Those memories are pleasant ones, as they should be


For, the merry hearted boys makes the best of old men
Those who find joy in their youth will find fulfillment in old age


And when sergeant death, in his cold arms shall embrace me
When death comes to take me


And lull me to sleep with sweet Erin go bragh
And soothe me into eternal rest with the Irish phrase meaning 'Ireland Forever'


By the side of my Kathleen, my young wife then place me
Place me alongside my beloved Kathleen, my young wife at the time of my passing


Then forget Phelim Brady, the bard of Armagh
At that time, forget about me (Phelim Brady) and my music




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Written by: J BAIRD, PD TRADITIONAL

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led here from "the streets of Laredo" one sprang from another and the soul of both flow onward to soften the souls of those seeing the end .

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