% s8 g; d& Z4 ]+ K+ X+ \The MinstrelBoy- to the war has gone : H- L+ J) v4 C. k% P# U
in the ranks of death- you'll- find him 3 a8 Z2 Z) O+ { [4 U. G, w1 v+ r/ m$ n
His father's sword- he has girded on * I0 x- X% F# ?. B# U3 F1 S' }and his wild harp slung- be-hind him $ K# x) u- X- l+ N2 ]4 O
"Land of Song"said the warrior Bard 0 K+ a" F' q# }( _) T7 @
'Though all the world betrays- thee, / w% N1 S0 z4 T: q r; d6 `
one sword at least- thy- rights shall guard, , O# W/ W: ^, g' S: Y6 L
one- faithful harp- shall- praise thee / E. i! d" t x* k 9 d" S& S7 Y# f9 ~6 W$ u. sThe Minstrel fell- but the forman's chain ' X0 d* d! J; { l! B2 H* {could not bring his proud- soul- under & {* l0 G7 v3 V% r$ g. d9 g& O0 t5 W
The Harp he loved- ne'er spoke again * E/ x: v. e; W* }6 E6 K
for he tore it's chords- a-sunder 9 s$ M O" J0 e2 c0 j, b. p
And said 'No chains shall- sully thee, ' W" i5 S( ~& s: tThou soul of love and bravery. 9 U L3 T, E) f9 x" K. I8 U5 O4 _
Thy songs were made for the pure and the free, 8 Z* y* v+ Z* V9 B2 R! y
They- shall never sound- in- slavery' 2 M; J" n, A* W' ]3 r: W+ I5 m+ a7 |
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