The Bard Of Armagh lyrics and guitar chords-Irish Folk Song-
The Bard Of Armagh lyrics and guitar chords-Irish Folk Song- Written By Thomas Campbell 1801 and is set to the tune ''Streets Of Laredo'' Recorded By The Clancys And Tommy Makem. The youtube video is of Billy Finnegan.3/4 (Thomas Campbell)
The lyrics below fit singer Billy Finnegan on his album ‚My Irish Homeland’. His version uses the same general chord structure but is played in a key of E major (D=E, G=A, A=B, A7=B7) with a change of key in the last two verses (D=F, G=Bb, A=C, A7=C7).
The lyrics below fit singer Billy Finnegan on his album ‚My Irish Homeland’. His version uses the same general chord structure but is played in a key of E major (D=E, G=A, A=B, A7=B7) with a change of key in the last two verses (D=F, G=Bb, A=C, A7=C7).
Intro: D-A7-D-A D-A-(D-A)-D
Oh, (D)list to the (G)lay of a (D)poor Irish (A)harper
And (D)scorn not the (A)strings of his (D)withered old (G)hand
Re(D)member his (A7)fingers they (D)once could move (A)sharper
To (D)raise up the (A)memory of his (D)dear na(A)tive (D)land
When (D)I was a (G)young lad, King (D)Jamie did (A)flourish
And I (D)followed the (A)wars in my (D)brogues bound with (G)straw
And (D)all the fair (A7)colleens from (D)Wexford to (A)Durrish
Called me (D)bold Phelim (A)Brady, the (D)Bard of (A)Ar(D)magh
Repeat Intro
How I (D)long for to (G)muse on the (D)days of my (A)boyhood
Though (D)four score and (A)three years have (D)flitted since (G)then
Still it (D)gives sweet re(A7)flections, as (D)every young (A)joy should
For (D)light hearted (A)boys make the (D)best of (A)old (D)men
At (D)pattern or (G)fair I could (D)twist my (A)shillelagh
Or (D)trip through the (A)jig with my (D)brogues bound with (G)straw
Whilst (D)all the pretty (A7)maidens a(D)round me a(A)ssembled
Loving (D)bold Phelim (A)Brady the (D)Bard of (A)Ar(D)magh
Al(D)though I have (G)travelled this (D)wide world (A)over
For (D)Erin's a (A)home and a (D)parent to (G)me
Then, (D)oh, let the (A7)ground that my (D)old bones shall (A)cover
Be (D)cut from the (A)soil that is (D)trod by (A)the (D)free
And (D)when Sergeant (G)Death in his (D)cold arms em(A)brace me
Oh, (D)lull me to (A)sleep with (D)"Erin Go (G)Bragh"
By the (D)side of my (A7)Kathleen, my (D)young wife oh (A)place me
Then for(D)get Phelim (A)Brady , the (D)Bard of (A)Ar(D)magh
Oh, (D)list to the (G)lay of a (D)poor Irish (A)harper
And (D)scorn not the (A)strings of his (D)withered old (G)hand
Re(D)member his (A7)fingers they (D)once could move (A)sharper
To (D)raise up the (A)memory of his (D)dear na(A)tive (D)land
When (D)I was a (G)young lad, King (D)Jamie did (A)flourish
And I (D)followed the (A)wars in my (D)brogues bound with (G)straw
And (D)all the fair (A7)colleens from (D)Wexford to (A)Durrish
Called me (D)bold Phelim (A)Brady, the (D)Bard of (A)Ar(D)magh
Repeat Intro
How I (D)long for to (G)muse on the (D)days of my (A)boyhood
Though (D)four score and (A)three years have (D)flitted since (G)then
Still it (D)gives sweet re(A7)flections, as (D)every young (A)joy should
For (D)light hearted (A)boys make the (D)best of (A)old (D)men
At (D)pattern or (G)fair I could (D)twist my (A)shillelagh
Or (D)trip through the (A)jig with my (D)brogues bound with (G)straw
Whilst (D)all the pretty (A7)maidens a(D)round me a(A)ssembled
Loving (D)bold Phelim (A)Brady the (D)Bard of (A)Ar(D)magh
Al(D)though I have (G)travelled this (D)wide world (A)over
For (D)Erin's a (A)home and a (D)parent to (G)me
Then, (D)oh, let the (A7)ground that my (D)old bones shall (A)cover
Be (D)cut from the (A)soil that is (D)trod by (A)the (D)free
And (D)when Sergeant (G)Death in his (D)cold arms em(A)brace me
Oh, (D)lull me to (A)sleep with (D)"Erin Go (G)Bragh"
By the (D)side of my (A7)Kathleen, my (D)young wife oh (A)place me
Then for(D)get Phelim (A)Brady , the (D)Bard of (A)Ar(D)magh
Here are alternative guitar chords for the key of G Major.
Oh, (G)list to the (C)lay of a (G)poor Irish (D)harper
And (G)scorn not the (D)strings of his (G)withered old (C)hand
Re(G)member his (D7)fingers they (G)once could move (D)sharper
To (G)raise up the (D)memory of his (G)dear na(D)tive (G)land
Oh, (G)list to the (C)lay of a (G)poor Irish (D)harper
And (G)scorn not the (D)strings of his (G)withered old (C)hand
Re(G)member his (D7)fingers they (G)once could move (D)sharper
To (G)raise up the (D)memory of his (G)dear na(D)tive (G)land
