' Y3 e- f7 n% O9 W0 mThe MinstrelBoy- to the war has gone , x& p* z( g& U& P% m) T: o% w- c& @
in the ranks of death- you'll- find him , P! D/ q: B! F. i& Y
His father's sword- he has girded on * u2 w y& ^% L8 W% }and his wild harp slung- be-hind him 1 N$ W7 p7 h n1 [8 x4 h"Land of Song"said the warrior Bard ; t1 g- v$ V c5 t'Though all the world betrays- thee, " h) p3 m. |- }. ?6 v6 a; ~one sword at least- thy- rights shall guard, 9 O) X; N* v/ |
one- faithful harp- shall- praise thee ' S I- b1 L9 l
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The Minstrel fell- but the forman's chain / l# j! v- J7 E3 h
could not bring his proud- soul- under " M( `5 V4 Q; c9 c
The Harp he loved- ne'er spoke again ; A% `7 r( ^- ^
for he tore it's chords- a-sunder $ ~1 f" S+ M% s0 p6 O- oAnd said 'No chains shall- sully thee, * D! s, B* A6 LThou soul of love and bravery. ( I3 ]# f1 F" X3 K/ o8 f& X
Thy songs were made for the pure and the free, . [$ a$ z$ T- _, Y4 o! Y4 b
They- shall never sound- in- slavery' 0 ?; H+ G! ]3 c+ D
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