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The MinstrelBoy- to the war has gone * Q+ u$ U2 h2 z6 J' V: r, Win the ranks of death- you'll- find him % i4 P: u; ?/ t1 ?/ jHis father's sword- he has girded on ' g2 ?3 F. `) @+ [. j% Nand his wild harp slung- be-hind him 4 M- t, r' `+ L0 e1 q& C x N: O
"Land of Song"said the warrior Bard 5 e `# F; C) W" y8 M7 V
'Though all the world betrays- thee, * R+ m2 ?4 l( B6 k) Q/ i g2 Xone sword at least- thy- rights shall guard, 1 J2 x8 t6 G/ ?& D: D: p+ ^# S5 V% ?- C
one- faithful harp- shall- praise thee ; T: U; n, ]) c1 ^ 6 _6 l/ L( E# x0 B* [
The Minstrel fell- but the forman's chain 8 ~" G; R5 S" n
could not bring his proud- soul- under 9 k7 _+ H' l! hThe Harp he loved- ne'er spoke again / E. W8 }$ q5 {9 X
for he tore it's chords- a-sunder ' f7 m6 I I5 m9 s+ d! mAnd said 'No chains shall- sully thee, : E/ E {. b& sThou soul of love and bravery. 3 S8 S1 Y" F; {+ J( P8 ~* c
Thy songs were made for the pure and the free, $ J: w* N9 D% m; d. S
They- shall never sound- in- slavery' ' v# B. d: T3 G7 Z' D/ P