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The MinstrelBoy- to the war has gone " b+ f1 ^3 m; t, s
in the ranks of death- you'll- find him 0 }" t: B. m; b7 s3 p7 G6 aHis father's sword- he has girded on 8 q/ o4 M9 K6 G* o* oand his wild harp slung- be-hind him % q5 z1 o: z& q6 F: ?
"Land of Song"said the warrior Bard 6 i0 V( B9 q0 ]2 u
'Though all the world betrays- thee, ) p3 e1 _6 N! S- none sword at least- thy- rights shall guard, 8 ^: L ?( G1 }. D; N3 |8 Z
one- faithful harp- shall- praise thee * L) f- o$ L/ m 7 n3 ^1 I8 i: G! W% d `! [
The Minstrel fell- but the forman's chain 8 Z" w- _& }% c4 f# a
could not bring his proud- soul- under e6 N* ^! z# B) [The Harp he loved- ne'er spoke again 3 X& |# q3 q7 j5 p, q
for he tore it's chords- a-sunder / I7 t: d N w aAnd said 'No chains shall- sully thee, . z4 C3 t/ |7 i; u0 D8 A9 \Thou soul of love and bravery. + j- `- c( @: T, ?* `Thy songs were made for the pure and the free, 8 v5 H7 y$ _# Y* tThey- shall never sound- in- slavery' - E: X- Q1 M- x