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The MinstrelBoy- to the war has gone % `* G# e/ \, H( jin the ranks of death- you'll- find him " O6 l4 t/ v' m9 W5 i
His father's sword- he has girded on # b$ a' O( ]- [: F
and his wild harp slung- be-hind him & R8 u8 F0 F# n$ f) r"Land of Song"said the warrior Bard " K( R& X- P* K7 k9 |. o4 b
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one- faithful harp- shall- praise thee / w% U* ~$ g v 0 v* @! `- S; ^- t a2 ]( }. b
The Minstrel fell- but the forman's chain 1 l0 C' f3 u; B. Q/ R4 G) A1 m: @
could not bring his proud- soul- under & [; S! s2 F7 Z$ rThe Harp he loved- ne'er spoke again 1 z2 y+ e8 t6 M2 B ~# [
for he tore it's chords- a-sunder - H0 _4 l2 s) x7 v8 O$ d yAnd said 'No chains shall- sully thee, 4 f1 H. L: `0 T$ t( c
Thou soul of love and bravery. ; u+ B. N; I& q ~/ VThy songs were made for the pure and the free, ]/ V6 B- z" C# B) S. @( NThey- shall never sound- in- slavery' & X! `/ E' Y) j, n
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