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The MinstrelBoy- to the war has gone 2 A Q/ v+ W8 ^ Win the ranks of death- you'll- find him 0 f1 L6 {' k( d' q
His father's sword- he has girded on 3 F; N5 v( S3 k' s8 r/ c9 Eand his wild harp slung- be-hind him : j! L* I+ V/ k% j
"Land of Song"said the warrior Bard . ~) i) U# k" Z
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one sword at least- thy- rights shall guard, . v4 O4 x Y$ ~% z
one- faithful harp- shall- praise thee $ r6 @3 R1 O# I, H! y( S) }7 l: Q- ]
/ h- h/ \9 j F' z1 A( l/ B' HThe Minstrel fell- but the forman's chain + @7 E1 i% |8 S$ F* a/ j7 _could not bring his proud- soul- under ' S2 {3 f7 n( n3 |- d* ^% ]The Harp he loved- ne'er spoke again 5 g2 B) W" g% d# P. `& F
for he tore it's chords- a-sunder . G$ ~ y; j& B4 U" FAnd said 'No chains shall- sully thee, 6 I7 _& L c/ s/ }: b* ]: a2 X
Thou soul of love and bravery. % k m9 Q7 ]' x9 A; y; ^
Thy songs were made for the pure and the free, 8 K# n$ V9 J1 _4 Y( n: g
They- shall never sound- in- slavery' $ h* y" I+ f% o0 i( x! D: S5 ?
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