The Music Of Ireland
      The Minstrel Boy

       

      The Minstrel Boy to the war is gone
      In the ranks of death you will find him
      His father's sword he hath girded on
      And his wild harp slung behind him
      "Land of Song!" said the warrior bard
      "Tho' all the world betrays thee
      One sword, at least, they rights shall guard
      One faithful harp shall praise thee!"

      The Minstrel fell! But the foeman's chain
      Could not bring that proud soul under
      The harp he lov'd ne'er spoke again
      For he tore its chords asunder
      And said "No chains shall sully thee
      Thou soul of love and brav'ry!
      Thy songs were made for the pure and free,
      They shall never sound in slavery!"

       

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