" k- x6 g/ V% W5 O8 E 4 y3 n8 ~6 s) W6 MThe MinstrelBoy- to the war has gone , J+ U3 d u- Y8 y) J$ Bin the ranks of death- you'll- find him & Z+ u! w& R% w2 k) v5 L" J. _8 R D! WHis father's sword- he has girded on 1 }% s, s( a6 K+ V4 k1 t* C9 rand his wild harp slung- be-hind him ; p' L: M- S5 \8 I& Q"Land of Song"said the warrior Bard : w+ e2 s) X3 Y; o! T
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one sword at least- thy- rights shall guard, ( x' F0 `' b6 f3 }one- faithful harp- shall- praise thee 5 o" s+ E/ r# U' J$ y- J }1 ?$ C0 r
. d# ?3 \. l+ I4 ?The Minstrel fell- but the forman's chain & a6 t2 w. L0 S7 g* P9 e* z( N8 [
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The Harp he loved- ne'er spoke again 5 Y1 S9 B9 ~8 v8 X7 }
for he tore it's chords- a-sunder # r0 V, y, S$ @9 cAnd said 'No chains shall- sully thee, ' F2 ~# {7 s9 y# G$ k/ h/ G0 a/ ?Thou soul of love and bravery. 7 R+ r/ e3 J. x& [9 S0 F7 @Thy songs were made for the pure and the free, ; U! a8 C+ m& B& i* v
They- shall never sound- in- slavery' " v7 L/ u2 E5 A) f& H$ Q$ K7 `
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