) [9 b0 |+ Q& [% y mThe MinstrelBoy- to the war has gone 0 N6 m3 a& V. G- J. Pin the ranks of death- you'll- find him & N& J' J) P7 a% B2 X& X4 D4 t7 m
His father's sword- he has girded on 3 R8 p7 \2 h. Y2 v! d
and his wild harp slung- be-hind him : I4 b# Y7 k# d/ d) _"Land of Song"said the warrior Bard 0 }. v2 f1 c1 @# O
'Though all the world betrays- thee, 0 p( g$ v( R* [5 K% t" done sword at least- thy- rights shall guard, S3 |5 M( _4 S& j) }2 Q7 rone- faithful harp- shall- praise thee ) M Y4 |8 r) g; K: b) B _
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The Minstrel fell- but the forman's chain 1 e+ h% v, U5 T& Q- g Pcould not bring his proud- soul- under + _# ]. n) e9 {* cThe Harp he loved- ne'er spoke again 3 d5 h$ o! v+ a! I n9 Ofor he tore it's chords- a-sunder ! y' Q, Q/ O7 j+ A% O1 Y
And said 'No chains shall- sully thee, 4 l+ M* M* @$ o, C2 [2 F' J; cThou soul of love and bravery. 7 z" p3 a7 Y! \* K' }# U' Y5 sThy songs were made for the pure and the free, $ ]% w: N, F" x% o1 [( Y6 t
They- shall never sound- in- slavery' " P* \: p4 U9 ^* M0 K + H% h- @6 ^1 n6 ~( c7 g5 q4 ]- E5 h/ i2 Z8 s; x4 T7 l