" f3 _% i# a( f" _% OThe MinstrelBoy- to the war has gone & b, Z4 Q* z- [! ^in the ranks of death- you'll- find him 0 g5 E* Q0 Y6 F) t! L+ n/ S& f
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and his wild harp slung- be-hind him . F& \# v0 D, i% G8 F& r"Land of Song"said the warrior Bard 7 k. h/ x- ]% m0 j' E, K1 T
'Though all the world betrays- thee, 3 g) {' |% ^. L
one sword at least- thy- rights shall guard, , g. K7 p6 Q. `3 Y+ P& tone- faithful harp- shall- praise thee 5 `' H. D u/ a # M4 E; A; r0 r. w6 }* V
The Minstrel fell- but the forman's chain ' W, x; A1 Z! j* m3 e$ ?9 c7 N* e
could not bring his proud- soul- under 7 A6 k' h& V9 B9 ?* QThe Harp he loved- ne'er spoke again 0 G% O3 e' L6 ]8 S+ O9 q; e9 m% _for he tore it's chords- a-sunder 5 h$ V/ N B' X7 |$ bAnd said 'No chains shall- sully thee, ( X$ T3 i: h7 m8 Z, y* W2 S& jThou soul of love and bravery. 5 |" y3 Y W0 h; X3 Y {
Thy songs were made for the pure and the free, " ]6 ^* E' Q( i" f! xThey- shall never sound- in- slavery' 1 ?5 \3 h1 M- J4 `
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