2 W7 I* v) T1 X# SThe MinstrelBoy- to the war has gone & o7 k! J4 \$ N8 z6 i8 p
in the ranks of death- you'll- find him 8 G5 @1 q( g- l. hHis father's sword- he has girded on ( q1 P7 e. s% @" t1 ~9 N J' a
and his wild harp slung- be-hind him 9 H) N" a3 L- [% I/ L0 P9 c"Land of Song"said the warrior Bard / M, V7 L% n5 w
'Though all the world betrays- thee, % H7 R/ ~" ~9 V. v. r& `8 Xone sword at least- thy- rights shall guard, % x/ i! N; D) V/ z
one- faithful harp- shall- praise thee 5 D& C' _5 _$ ^1 Z: h! J: g & a* @# R3 _ a1 w$ n- b3 o6 V' H
The Minstrel fell- but the forman's chain 3 U5 D9 R& S; p6 ~; ]1 W2 m
could not bring his proud- soul- under / O+ t& k; W4 GThe Harp he loved- ne'er spoke again ; G: {0 \% u, [0 j* Zfor he tore it's chords- a-sunder ( a+ x0 a' m5 k- q* `2 w6 VAnd said 'No chains shall- sully thee, 0 K5 k, H% D1 @
Thou soul of love and bravery. $ f. _# O3 i4 @; TThy songs were made for the pure and the free, 9 k* h! D. U& x2 w' _They- shall never sound- in- slavery' # H8 ` ]6 |5 Q, l8 X6 J