The Bard of Armagh / The Streets of Laredo

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Vince Gill - Country, Medley

The Bard of Armagh / The Streets of Laredo

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Oh list to the lay of a poor Irish harper And scorn not the strings in his old withered hands But remember those fingers, they once could move sharper To raise up the echoes of his dear native land At wake or at fair I could twirl my shillelagh And trip through the jigs with my brogues bound with straw And know the fair maidens in the village and the valley Loved the bold Phelim Brady, the Bard of Armagh And when Sergeant Death's cold arms shall embrace me And lull me asleep with sweet 'Erin-go-Bragh' By thе side of my Kathleen, my own love, then placе me Then forget Phelim Brady, the Bard of Armagh (Verse played as instrumental) As I walked out in the streets of Laredo As I walked out in Laredo one day I spied a young cowboy all wrapped in white linen All wrapped in white linen as cold as the clay Oh go write a letter to my grey-haired mother And carry the same to my sweet sister dear But please not a word of this shall you mention When the crowd gathers 'round you my story to tell We beat the drum slowly and played the fife lowly And bitterly wept as we bore him along For we all loved our comrade, so brave, young, and handsome We all loved our comrade although he'd done wrong <<

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