. y- U8 L- s) w: q, c2 N 6 N5 |0 x* M" v' {1 s8 d . A) U4 Z$ e" O' a3 rThe MinstrelBoy- to the war has gone - X; G8 }+ h$ B3 Nin the ranks of death- you'll- find him ! R" h% l( K9 S' q9 pHis father's sword- he has girded on ; f: H$ f8 D" yand his wild harp slung- be-hind him $ S+ p, K9 O3 ?
"Land of Song"said the warrior Bard % q0 z# ]3 v: i: B Y/ p
'Though all the world betrays- thee, ( E$ Z& T \. w$ Ione sword at least- thy- rights shall guard, 4 |; g# U/ F$ b) n7 a& L
one- faithful harp- shall- praise thee l2 k' `) ^+ S0 f8 h# Q
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The Minstrel fell- but the forman's chain - w& [( J' E/ T, ?3 Hcould not bring his proud- soul- under 9 E6 ~1 x& c- ~: q% s9 l3 d
The Harp he loved- ne'er spoke again - y2 N `0 K) J/ ~2 rfor he tore it's chords- a-sunder $ ~6 q% {% ]: H1 q$ H# ~
And said 'No chains shall- sully thee, & i% _7 E2 D: ]; l
Thou soul of love and bravery. ( c1 ^: B! r& T U% }# HThy songs were made for the pure and the free, $ @2 c6 S) m; TThey- shall never sound- in- slavery' " b2 M1 c4 [! w # S1 Q+ N1 {% g' L, u$ ^: @, D9 G% ~' s# {
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