The Minstrel Boy (traditional)
The minstrel boy to the war has 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
"Though all the world betray thee
One sword at least thy rights shall guard
One faithful harp shall praise thee"
The minstrel fell but the foeman's chains
Could not bring his proud soul under
The harp he loved never spoke again
For he tore its chords asunder
And said "No chains shall sully thee
Thou soul of love and bravery
Thy songs were made for the pure and free
They shall never sound in slavery"
The minstrel boy shall return again
When we hear the news we shall cheer it
The minstrel boy shall return again
Torn perhaps in body, not in spirit
Then may he play his harp in peace
In a world as heaven intended
When all the words of war shall cease
And every battle be ended
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