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The MinstrelBoy- to the war has gone : } x+ f, b* P/ ?- Nin the ranks of death- you'll- find him ' i! `9 p7 ]* {+ E8 E
His father's sword- he has girded on . Q! t/ F( u1 O
and his wild harp slung- be-hind him 7 a x' H+ n0 [6 M
"Land of Song"said the warrior Bard - J* _: b( Z- d: p8 J'Though all the world betrays- thee, 8 H1 A" Q% z/ Y* s/ ^
one sword at least- thy- rights shall guard, 5 w, I3 _4 p g& }5 l, hone- faithful harp- shall- praise thee . J( ^# O/ J# T# d6 J* | 6 }3 {8 c, E4 N: v9 _3 B' v- lThe Minstrel fell- but the forman's chain # y# W5 w& t8 {8 S5 y1 ccould not bring his proud- soul- under 3 l; f4 l$ X" S, l1 F
The Harp he loved- ne'er spoke again & {! b8 y+ U! z) p2 m5 d" X; a( ~for he tore it's chords- a-sunder 9 F5 D) v$ w4 n6 i7 h4 H1 b( I
And said 'No chains shall- sully thee, - m( L0 z+ U6 W `; A9 S9 VThou soul of love and bravery. 8 j& j! o( v$ x
Thy songs were made for the pure and the free, & D8 A& I) }% x! W5 JThey- shall never sound- in- slavery' 9 c. n' q, ? [+ ~2 p, R' Y/ I7 _! b/ B. p0 _. @
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