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, S' G' ]& W+ K1 sThe MinstrelBoy- to the war has gone 1 W6 a( ~/ E) }2 Z& V: |6 kin the ranks of death- you'll- find him + d: _* I' B9 n# \4 `: W
His father's sword- he has girded on 5 P4 Y f+ p8 v. |and his wild harp slung- be-hind him . m# t; `& v/ ^3 ^
"Land of Song"said the warrior Bard 8 M6 d- O! z! ~! @; `! X
'Though all the world betrays- thee, ) D6 z* Z* a& P3 _' X5 o& {one sword at least- thy- rights shall guard, 5 D) M" p& l: m* G6 b
one- faithful harp- shall- praise thee 8 j# P8 k6 O) Q( r/ {% l1 S7 @
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The Minstrel fell- but the forman's chain ' p% x( t$ i$ g1 y" t2 Acould not bring his proud- soul- under 2 {& W' X% o) ZThe Harp he loved- ne'er spoke again 9 q7 S* e% o2 \9 u8 G( v tfor he tore it's chords- a-sunder ) X, \! F9 q! F2 u7 Z7 u# ?7 nAnd said 'No chains shall- sully thee, " D/ y- l8 l5 V
Thou soul of love and bravery. 8 Z, y/ n$ P {
Thy songs were made for the pure and the free, ! B9 r0 P0 G. E! X' N+ b
They- shall never sound- in- slavery' ! o, l0 F( o& o ) Y) s4 B/ `5 P7 H1 [7 u4 ]( R% G
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