( P* A$ o5 i1 f/ G' P, K$ \" @# RThe MinstrelBoy- to the war has gone ( N P0 C6 c: j9 X! Z: P3 Lin the ranks of death- you'll- find him ) f8 R0 k* s7 K7 l$ |# K: l$ R$ GHis father's sword- he has girded on ' Z0 U; k7 ~/ } _3 R6 [and his wild harp slung- be-hind him " i& O& n4 ]( U2 L! U
"Land of Song"said the warrior Bard ! b6 w- _/ p, Z1 z' ?0 \+ x'Though all the world betrays- thee, 3 j( J, g. A5 ~" a; z/ fone sword at least- thy- rights shall guard, 1 V5 A, W/ H& p7 D
one- faithful harp- shall- praise thee 2 a9 [0 E' o/ D& i3 r * D( [ r+ D: c' V, PThe Minstrel fell- but the forman's chain . J* j$ w* G) b" t* icould not bring his proud- soul- under 2 m& ^ p. V% U
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