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The MinstrelBoy- to the war has gone 9 a: o, y9 [3 e% Y0 f6 c- n. s
in the ranks of death- you'll- find him 0 r( |* Q: J7 T# g; {( g OHis father's sword- he has girded on # M7 l8 D y' w9 U$ i" r( E( land his wild harp slung- be-hind him . g4 B$ I7 G5 g$ O1 ^"Land of Song"said the warrior Bard ) L4 F. U G# W# k& Y8 @
'Though all the world betrays- thee, . w" Q4 x( ]3 e6 ^5 K* n! |
one sword at least- thy- rights shall guard, $ v- _$ d* G4 `' c) p
one- faithful harp- shall- praise thee " r; Z. R% G/ Q6 }% w
- u3 l# [8 K# B6 d+ }The Minstrel fell- but the forman's chain ' r7 g1 L1 N9 t2 J' v- n( u. a* z
could not bring his proud- soul- under ; n5 L. q6 T. D, a% d% N' v& y: h
The Harp he loved- ne'er spoke again 0 ~2 c9 x8 J5 S$ y3 ?: M9 c7 [
for he tore it's chords- a-sunder ; w6 I- e7 V& ]! V, q
And said 'No chains shall- sully thee, 8 D. K/ c0 f$ u( r5 zThou soul of love and bravery. ; m K4 ], U9 ^
Thy songs were made for the pure and the free, 7 x7 ~9 F8 v' T% ~& d
They- shall never sound- in- slavery' - i" F6 {3 A/ C+ e5 n8 M * m/ w8 q3 b6 b, E: M/ H$ e8 {7 i9 D" Z
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