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The Minstrel Boy

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  1. The minstrel boy to the war has gone,
    In the ranks of death you’ll find him.
    His father’s sword he had girded on.
    And his wild harp slung behind him.
    “Land of song”, said the warrior bard,
    “Though all the world betrays thee,
    One sword at least thy rights shall guard,
    One faithful harp shall praise thee.”
  2. The minstrel fell! But the foeman’s chain
    Could not bring his proud soul under.
    The harp he loved never spoke again
    For he tore its cords 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”.

From the collection Songs From Hazzards Huzzah