0 |2 C( V! {# Y5 K! _1 g+ v& n( p- E % P4 v0 D6 w6 r! E2 ZThe MinstrelBoy- to the war has gone * t2 H0 c- ~' s" m0 R) I- A" Iin the ranks of death- you'll- find him + v5 w7 N3 Q* y, g% vHis father's sword- he has girded on 8 s, ?4 D' M0 ]. V& {- Iand his wild harp slung- be-hind him 6 X- J( I% j' j, G"Land of Song"said the warrior Bard ( l, \: {/ E k' ~'Though all the world betrays- thee, . J/ X9 T# {& g1 R, ]# B7 \3 Xone sword at least- thy- rights shall guard, / B( E3 _. X" x& S$ _, a
one- faithful harp- shall- praise thee " Q3 O! t2 b8 @# S5 p
( S8 B R$ c( \" E; E4 OThe Minstrel fell- but the forman's chain 7 q: C' K M7 V/ i* m
could not bring his proud- soul- under % |' b j4 ~9 U' H' [9 bThe Harp he loved- ne'er spoke again ' s; ^: p# ^' w3 O1 M2 P
for he tore it's chords- a-sunder 7 {0 S& O* X1 D" Q
And said 'No chains shall- sully thee, " T; Q8 e5 Q6 E- R3 _9 J; @Thou soul of love and bravery. k- z1 c. c% f' k5 |+ V y' S( r* ], C r3 AThy songs were made for the pure and the free, G' J6 t! V4 {& q3 tThey- shall never sound- in- slavery' 2 p3 t- M$ D' v