Lyrics:
The Minstrel Boy to the war is gone, In the ranks of death you'll find him; His father's sword he has 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; 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 loved ne'er spoke again, For he tore its chords a sunder. 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 a sunder, And said ""no chain shall sully thee, Thou soul of love and bravery! Thy songs were made for the pure and the free, They shall never sound in slavery, No chain shall sully thee, Thou soul of love and bravery! Thy songs were made for the pure and the free, They shall never sound in slavery.”
