% U. o3 Z J5 M. b ! I- f; _$ g% S6 g4 x; U7 [9 |, c 0 ?5 V" e0 D1 CThe MinstrelBoy- to the war has gone : z9 Q7 P3 y+ t' din the ranks of death- you'll- find him + e: {5 N% I# P7 A* IHis father's sword- he has girded on , s7 B; \# ~7 Y2 w
and his wild harp slung- be-hind him : L0 K! z5 g+ C0 ?, ~: u4 w* p
"Land of Song"said the warrior Bard 5 w; ?! s; o& U& F8 K, I6 H'Though all the world betrays- thee, - m' E9 x% j( G0 N9 d
one sword at least- thy- rights shall guard, ' a, U; p* h. F' Q- ^! Pone- faithful harp- shall- praise thee 7 `& d% `% M7 M 8 `; q1 l/ f' H# ?
The Minstrel fell- but the forman's chain + D+ n& Z' D: hcould not bring his proud- soul- under : b! V2 B* [5 _' G
The Harp he loved- ne'er spoke again 1 F6 m$ C+ U% a3 c3 L" r# M
for he tore it's chords- a-sunder + u! }$ c* e; n8 ~5 s1 n9 IAnd said 'No chains shall- sully thee, l! [( e) O. p/ tThou soul of love and bravery. " R+ g/ G: d/ [0 G* t) u3 {+ x @
Thy songs were made for the pure and the free, 6 ?0 z3 G, d O( i; B
They- shall never sound- in- slavery' % f3 D: h5 e( i" @# `" i