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c7 i8 X# v" B. ~8 tThe MinstrelBoy- to the war has gone ' o4 t& k+ y& {( g: e0 M' r" ~3 E
in the ranks of death- you'll- find him 8 T8 `! ?& V' J" X6 w+ s6 LHis father's sword- he has girded on 1 Y- r8 u4 S7 I6 z) R7 land his wild harp slung- be-hind him 4 k1 @9 f7 s: Q"Land of Song"said the warrior Bard ) r0 [! O+ U" R3 {# t) j4 T'Though all the world betrays- thee, ! ]$ d$ b9 ]% ~ ^5 xone sword at least- thy- rights shall guard, # m- K; l; ^: Q
one- faithful harp- shall- praise thee 3 }! @) z# q& G& W5 Z* _* l, j J4 I" s5 |+ s: G$ H3 e0 w) rThe Minstrel fell- but the forman's chain $ w; T( ]: Z1 {5 r3 }6 a% j8 Vcould not bring his proud- soul- under 4 Z- V. B" e, F m2 G
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for he tore it's chords- a-sunder / r* d0 y5 F1 ]: r1 G T/ b4 jAnd said 'No chains shall- sully thee, 5 x6 T, z: F7 p2 aThou soul of love and bravery. * O! A) K( g! x# q6 J
Thy songs were made for the pure and the free, + B, Y+ n- r5 \3 n! H9 K: pThey- shall never sound- in- slavery' 9 I- X/ g ^; |8 x! J. x / z- l7 S. u7 J. c7 u" i6 f ! y" O4 B7 o0 S/ i/ A! I8 i% }/ I. X
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