The minstrel boy to the war is gone
In the ranks of death you will find him
His father’s sword he has girded on
And his wild harp slung behind him
“Land of Song!” said the warrior bard
“Tho’ all the world betrays thee
One sword, at least, thy rights shall guard
One faithful harp shall praise thee!”
The Minstrel fell! But the foreman’s chain
Could not bring that proud soul under
The harp he loved ne’er spoke again
For he tore its chords asunder
And said “No chains shall sully thee
Thou soul of love and bravery!
Thy songs were made for the pure and free
And shall never sound in slavery!”
In the ranks of death you will find him
His father’s sword he has girded on
And his wild harp slung behind him
“Land of Song!” said the warrior bard
“Tho’ all the world betrays thee
One sword, at least, thy rights shall guard
One faithful harp shall praise thee!”
The Minstrel fell! But the foreman’s chain
Could not bring that proud soul under
The harp he loved ne’er spoke again
For he tore its chords asunder
And said “No chains shall sully thee
Thou soul of love and bravery!
Thy songs were made for the pure and free
And shall never sound in slavery!”
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