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The MinstrelBoy- to the war has gone % x3 \+ b7 O4 F
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His father's sword- he has girded on + B1 z7 o8 c+ tand his wild harp slung- be-hind him 1 u" I! o: m$ c% O
"Land of Song"said the warrior Bard % Q0 A% o% g5 d# u3 c' T5 Z Z: ^'Though all the world betrays- thee, 6 h+ e7 }# ]+ a8 B. A5 a; W: ^
one sword at least- thy- rights shall guard, t7 j& m! ^, D; F$ p
one- faithful harp- shall- praise thee $ B C6 Z& I4 h0 x' F# Y) S; @ 2 Z: G# S N* Q; a. ^
The Minstrel fell- but the forman's chain ( j2 o; Q: n7 x
could not bring his proud- soul- under ' \2 N; F& }8 _/ x% @& w& D) ?The Harp he loved- ne'er spoke again : |$ S; F) `- K; Q& k4 V Y Pfor he tore it's chords- a-sunder 4 w' R2 i' X/ X- T6 K) R. F# I+ a
And said 'No chains shall- sully thee, ; x& Z7 T3 j8 H8 `9 ~* [Thou soul of love and bravery. ' I! `' P0 | j. v- C' v' ?Thy songs were made for the pure and the free, . g C0 W* K( RThey- shall never sound- in- slavery' + Z7 C6 z+ L! A6 L* o
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