The Bard of Armagh
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 beautiful and reflective song that tells the story of an old Irish harper who wishes to be remembered for the beautiful melodies he once played in his youth. The harper speaks through the song, imploring the listeners to listen to his story and not to scorn him for his weathered hands. He speaks of his jovial youth, how he would dance jigs and play the harp at fairs and wakes, and how the pretty colleens would assemble around him, listening to every note he played.


He longs to reflect on the days of his boyhood, but the old man's memories have faded and are difficult to recall. Nonetheless, he cherishes the memories of his youth, as they bring him sweet reflections of his past. He believes that a merry-hearted boy makes the best of old men, and he wishes to be remembered in that light.


Finally, the harper talks about his impending death, and how he wishes to be placed next to his young wife, Kathleen, who has already passed away. He implores everyone to forget about him then, but to remember the beautiful songs of his youth, and to continue to play them in his memory.


Overall, The Bard of Armagh is a touching and sentimental song that pays homage to the rich cultural heritage of Ireland and the role of music in that history.


Line by Line Meaning

Oh list to the lay of a poor Irish harper
Listen to the music played by a struggling harpist from Ireland


And scorn not the strains of his old, withered hands
Do not ridicule the music played by his aged and worn hands


But remember his fingers, they once could move sharper
Recall how skilled he had been before his hands had aged


To raise up the memory of his dear native land
To keep alive the history of his beloved home country


At a fair or a wake, I could twist my shillelagh
At a festival or funeral, I could dance with my walking stick


Or trip through a jig with my brogues bound with straw
I could dance an Irish jig wearing shoes made of straw


And all the pretty colleens around me assembled
And all the beautiful young women gathered around me


Loved their bold Phelim Brady, the bard of Armagh
Adored the courageous lyricist of Armagh, Phelim Brady


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


But four score and three years have flitted since then
But eighty-three years have passed


But they bring sweet reflections, as every young joy should
But they evoke pleasant memories, as every happy childhood should


For, the merry hearted boys makes the best of old men
Because, cheerful young boys make for happy old men


And when sergeant death, in his cold arms shall embrace me
And when the cold hands of death take me away from this world


And lull me to sleep with sweet Erin go bragh
And put me to rest with the peaceful lullaby of 'Ireland Forever'


By the side of my Kathleen, my young wife then place me
Place me by the side of my beloved young wife, Kathleen


Then forget Phelim Brady, the bard of Armagh
Then let go of the memory of Phelim Brady, the poet from Armagh




Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: J BAIRD, PD TRADITIONAL

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james bradshaw

The saintly Tommy Maken the most blessed Clancy Brothers, the best boy band that this world ever witness, those boys could make more brilliant noise than a heavy metal rocking band with 6 trucks of equipment could

Gary C. Silber

I love and miss Tommy Makem. His voice moves me so much, especially his ballads. He lives on after his death through his music.

Glen

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Terry Leyden

Was in the Congo serving with the UN in 1963 when I heard them for the time.
Mackin and the Clancy brothers were my no I.

Dutch Van der linde

Brings a tear to my eye how makem and the clancys aren't around anymore, but they still live on in their legacy and through their music, isn't it grand boys

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His legacy moves on

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They had a plan

Eileen McGrath

So brilliant ❤

james bradshaw

Those boys are rocking in all over heaven, have a most brilliant time, playing gigs all over the place, plus every Saturday and Sunday evenings playing in Kingdom Hall, I have heard from a totally reliable source that Jesus never misses a concert at the weekends, with a Guinness in hand and wearing an Arren sweater, Jesus looks like one of the very greatest boy band that this world ever witness yes The Clancy Brothers and Tommy Makem

Dave Palace

Was lucky to see Him live! He talked to people before the show and I got to talk to Him and get His autograph. A genuine and down to earth person! He will never be forgotten!

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