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John McDermott - The Minstrel Boy lyrics
The minstrel boy to the war is gone, In the ranks of death you'll find him; His fathers sword he has 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!"; 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 is 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."; |
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