, l. [; P% H$ `" \! i 2 U+ M! H6 r0 `" F ~ ' Y8 d; c) k! a! J5 N2 u' RThe MinstrelBoy- to the war has gone / X }" y0 p, P( cin the ranks of death- you'll- find him {# d( d+ v: t2 O% W. J/ t$ sHis father's sword- he has girded on ! |5 o2 t8 }3 m, b0 q
and his wild harp slung- be-hind him - \( h/ S- v& t4 S5 W
"Land of Song"said the warrior Bard 4 D, _" K! n$ [5 A3 E, T% Y
'Though all the world betrays- thee, 7 E$ C" x% w! Y0 G( R# done sword at least- thy- rights shall guard, 2 J1 w+ h) l3 pone- faithful harp- shall- praise thee , J0 n! I2 m$ T! y: E! O' W8 y 3 y% ~; i/ h! `" U- X3 V. ZThe Minstrel fell- but the forman's chain . a, n' B' n3 y6 b S7 P6 q( y
could not bring his proud- soul- under 9 C- ]3 y& r% h0 v9 Z+ E; q9 GThe Harp he loved- ne'er spoke again & t8 U- y' ^+ R; r
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And said 'No chains shall- sully thee, & y; S5 M* p, Q; }2 v% aThou soul of love and bravery. ; I5 {, E+ N" x) c3 W6 K2 x! Q" UThy songs were made for the pure and the free, - ^; S' G, v& k9 e' BThey- shall never sound- in- slavery' . t( R& L' k' O& A
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