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The MinstrelBoy- to the war has gone - w$ f7 E2 m9 B" n# d3 O
in the ranks of death- you'll- find him 4 V# r# S9 f2 k7 I a
His father's sword- he has girded on % P8 Q2 F0 n0 f9 Iand his wild harp slung- be-hind him ) _) }. y5 w( @9 G5 u/ ]8 |' E
"Land of Song"said the warrior Bard $ j! D* p6 b' E'Though all the world betrays- thee, & k2 ^' x1 Q O% Q- e
one sword at least- thy- rights shall guard, ' f. ?0 s; ~# C6 Z m9 `! aone- faithful harp- shall- praise thee & I* q7 Y: j: p2 ?; H$ B& T- e . W. f/ T5 w# E8 L+ n( K0 NThe Minstrel fell- but the forman's chain # g2 C) G7 N8 Z( d% y5 x( ~6 A0 Acould not bring his proud- soul- under ' l: k- S: G; w7 n
The Harp he loved- ne'er spoke again ( J1 g6 f# p0 b: c" R- P. lfor he tore it's chords- a-sunder 1 e+ X8 e3 ^% X; {8 ]; f
And said 'No chains shall- sully thee, ) V- x6 c0 w) RThou soul of love and bravery. ; Q, ~; d* }; `
Thy songs were made for the pure and the free, % U( ~: ~# C6 u8 b$ M: cThey- shall never sound- in- slavery' W4 K- a- U' q7 u1 }7 \
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