(:redirect quiet=1:) %abc-2.1 X:1 T:The Minstrel Boy Z:Webmaster C:Thomas Moore C:The Moreen (Irish Air) % M:4/4 L:1/4 K:G D|"G"G3"D7"A|"G"cB AG|"G"B2 "D/f+"d2|"Em"g2 "D"fg| w:The min-strel boy - to the war has gone In the "C"e2 "G/b"d2|"G"Bc dB|"D7"A4|"G"G2 D2| w:ranks of death you'll - find him His fa "G"G3"D7"A|"G"cB AG|"G"B2 "D/f+"d2|"Em"g2 "D"fg| w:ther's sword - he had gird - ed on And his "C"e2 "G/b"d2|"G"Bc dB|"D7"A4|"G"G2 d2| w:wild harp slung - be - hind him Land "Em"g2 "B7"f2|"Em"e2 "A7"fg|"D"f2 "A7"e2|"D"d3d| w:of song, said - the war-rior bard Though "Em"e3B|"Bm"B2 d2|"Em"e2 "D7"f2|"G"g3g| w:all the world be-trays - thee. One "G"G3"D7"A|"G"cB AG|"G"B2 "D/f+"d2|"Em"g2 "D"fg| w:sword at least - thy - rights shall guard. One - "C"e2 "G/b"d2|"G"Bc dB|"D7"A4|G3|| w:faith-ful harp - shall - praise thee. % W:The minstrel boy to the war has gone, W:In the ranks of death you'll find him. W:His father's sword he had girded on. W:And his wild harp slung behind him. W:Land of song, said the warrior bard, W:Though all the world betrays thee, W:One sword at least thy rights shall guard, W:One faithful harp shall praise thee." W: W:The minstrel fell! But the foeman's chain W:Could not bring his proud soul under. W:The harp he loved never spoke again W:For he tore its cords asunder, W:And said "No chains shall sully thee, W:Thou soul of love and bravery, W:Thy songs were made for the pure and free, W:They shall never sound in slavery" % % % % % % % % % %]