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2 j% p+ O5 m' T1 E# d- XThe MinstrelBoy- to the war has gone + C+ [& ~' i! A0 ]7 win the ranks of death- you'll- find him T6 W6 r9 x% ~His father's sword- he has girded on * i4 l6 V, c) s. ?and his wild harp slung- be-hind him 4 r! O H7 [6 d7 M$ B: Q3 u: s"Land of Song"said the warrior Bard 7 g B) \; v" |! Z
'Though all the world betrays- thee, u6 P9 b+ K- d$ e5 W! ]: f6 rone sword at least- thy- rights shall guard, 3 n5 O4 N* I# s9 P8 Yone- faithful harp- shall- praise thee 5 m3 d' H& n) B
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The Minstrel fell- but the forman's chain 9 J3 o2 T, X0 t3 p" J: R' @8 k. x
could not bring his proud- soul- under ( g4 a0 i+ G( Q: u* W- xThe Harp he loved- ne'er spoke again # |/ @6 Y; f# Z1 c8 s
for he tore it's chords- a-sunder ' r6 E# y8 R T# z4 q
And said 'No chains shall- sully thee, 6 b+ c1 |% @* {' o$ A" d# cThou soul of love and bravery. : n! `+ V2 u! Y; n
Thy songs were made for the pure and the free, + \- D2 P+ c4 y$ Z5 r4 B5 `( s1 K& lThey- shall never sound- in- slavery' D, k ~. X0 _4 {$ ?! @( b( j( } 7 b3 c& @8 R( G, s % G, X* N. C$ d; `/ C) p3 \7 z3 h- S) ~2 F7 q: p: `! `1 g