' D2 H. g& x8 G* j6 ZThe MinstrelBoy- to the war has gone - }+ K" ^! A6 x6 B$ j6 Lin the ranks of death- you'll- find him 8 j1 Y8 d1 \9 m6 x5 Z0 Z, c. j
His father's sword- he has girded on 5 g5 s& w& C5 W1 ~# N: l
and his wild harp slung- be-hind him ! T% Y& j' Z& |" h
"Land of Song"said the warrior Bard ! R4 J; o# R$ G5 s/ n; n" U
'Though all the world betrays- thee, * X* Z& z# n$ I& Jone sword at least- thy- rights shall guard, 6 n; _7 ]( S, e2 b/ _- ?
one- faithful harp- shall- praise thee 9 L# `- i) t; }8 }6 `; V 3 @) m6 s6 j! I& b9 v) @" s1 {
The Minstrel fell- but the forman's chain 5 s. F( X- R7 P- c4 h4 s4 ^* v6 Z
could not bring his proud- soul- under . ~2 w1 U* c! A. f4 t
The Harp he loved- ne'er spoke again ' N. A$ R' R! T
for he tore it's chords- a-sunder " m" ]/ @: [$ g0 G1 O" f! E4 [
And said 'No chains shall- sully thee, ' G8 `4 q( u. m" c1 a) n5 MThou soul of love and bravery. ; Q+ o: t2 {) J# Q( K+ D6 q) W
Thy songs were made for the pure and the free, - m) N5 {# s; U `They- shall never sound- in- slavery' , d5 I5 q# M. j
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