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The MinstrelBoy- to the war has gone , h* m( R5 e" U9 c# F0 `
in the ranks of death- you'll- find him : S1 W9 K; e1 p- r. E3 H
His father's sword- he has girded on ! @5 p# g n, c" z7 _and his wild harp slung- be-hind him 3 q" w) _7 i1 y' T"Land of Song"said the warrior Bard 3 D0 o Q4 x$ c! R, m'Though all the world betrays- thee, 8 [4 h$ Y) b# X0 _2 K8 a6 E+ @
one sword at least- thy- rights shall guard, ( s9 J' ^1 }7 `" V M" r/ ]0 H
one- faithful harp- shall- praise thee 1 n5 W+ h- {6 I# Y7 x: t0 o
k1 C2 U- }( p2 H% hThe Minstrel fell- but the forman's chain 0 W1 c% O% h0 w8 @8 V# ^2 gcould not bring his proud- soul- under 7 f1 L' E, G: \4 B
The Harp he loved- ne'er spoke again $ R2 @4 p: V; f" y: w3 s. I. afor he tore it's chords- a-sunder 7 [8 e* O+ h. q: ~9 R* `4 D
And said 'No chains shall- sully thee, 9 e7 q. |, T5 D' R# x# ?8 ]Thou soul of love and bravery. 1 z1 Y& f' F/ J, F$ @Thy songs were made for the pure and the free, 3 M- V o6 v7 n
They- shall never sound- in- slavery' 7 Y& m- ]- O! }! ^* l( O6 ?