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The MinstrelBoy- to the war has gone 3 S( O6 d% U& e7 Y- h
in the ranks of death- you'll- find him 2 t t% y! H, J/ y7 ]His father's sword- he has girded on U& l5 m6 v) H, ~, Z
and his wild harp slung- be-hind him 5 O1 W5 Z8 ]* ^4 l, ~/ d, ?- h5 R, a/ |
"Land of Song"said the warrior Bard % p& {: u% P8 L( G* x6 k5 p4 U8 A'Though all the world betrays- thee, ( H# L+ N( H ~! A
one sword at least- thy- rights shall guard, ! S8 I: M; v% A. A; F4 D
one- faithful harp- shall- praise thee 2 m2 |8 r' m+ F / D: Z( u# c& D: M9 N
The Minstrel fell- but the forman's chain 4 x# D! a" i! n, p" j" gcould not bring his proud- soul- under E8 w1 M1 E$ L' x1 k
The Harp he loved- ne'er spoke again # [; g/ ?6 E6 U F/ p8 Gfor he tore it's chords- a-sunder : `. I) P* a& f9 x: T! i/ d4 g
And said 'No chains shall- sully thee, 1 T& ?0 F( Q7 x2 r
Thou soul of love and bravery. ( e# e" ?" G( {! g2 F3 I/ \. N
Thy songs were made for the pure and the free, 5 j; d0 y$ ^5 \; NThey- shall never sound- in- slavery' Q# I) q- N; f- g8 A( q* H! y8 \
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