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The MinstrelBoy- to the war has gone 9 r& x; @, t, v! Y
in the ranks of death- you'll- find him R" u# F0 ?) R* b4 W$ m, J# k" g
His father's sword- he has girded on % N2 `: h+ t( t `' }4 \$ g6 w
and his wild harp slung- be-hind him - I7 ?3 J! O2 V6 H"Land of Song"said the warrior Bard 8 N7 ~, G2 Y" ~' M1 Q'Though all the world betrays- thee, 4 i) L; [; ~! |! c. e0 e9 v% ?one sword at least- thy- rights shall guard, 0 k. G* m$ ~% s' ?/ g s) I* bone- faithful harp- shall- praise thee - w8 m% L6 k9 D5 _+ P/ ? 0 p2 A6 G" A. i1 o1 @! h, d/ v
The Minstrel fell- but the forman's chain , E& [/ Q4 r% J/ Q- v& }% C, mcould not bring his proud- soul- under @* b, |: h4 }% S r! pThe Harp he loved- ne'er spoke again 9 X( q! y: l0 Z' u3 c% B: Lfor he tore it's chords- a-sunder 0 K% b% p/ `" L: ]0 j+ KAnd said 'No chains shall- sully thee, 1 S( }7 U4 |3 L' `3 o; @( W
Thou soul of love and bravery. $ c3 {- j9 ^' W5 g& J! w9 ~- J7 [
Thy songs were made for the pure and the free, 7 x7 [/ T8 J% b' y, UThey- shall never sound- in- slavery' * q' \9 S M% ?+ J, i5 U" } 4 p! `) V$ h5 s$ D6 d' m/ Z1 z4 e3 U- _9 f% r
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