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The MinstrelBoy- to the war has gone $ T+ H4 ]/ v( {* z) Ain the ranks of death- you'll- find him : C# ` z5 z$ Y8 C1 V+ [% G, J GHis father's sword- he has girded on ' O8 G# N6 k' B3 |3 Iand his wild harp slung- be-hind him ; `, l' m" Q1 K$ O"Land of Song"said the warrior Bard E: A8 m& M0 |' ['Though all the world betrays- thee, * N6 G: \/ F1 b/ ?' @- e" zone sword at least- thy- rights shall guard, % i3 |* S6 D: n; v7 o
one- faithful harp- shall- praise thee : b0 a3 V+ n) ^# z7 X ' x8 E+ L' D( IThe Minstrel fell- but the forman's chain ! a; [ \2 L0 U: e! G& A o
could not bring his proud- soul- under . \3 e# ~" F9 B! Z* D0 f; a; pThe Harp he loved- ne'er spoke again ' Y9 \9 u y! s2 [( U8 t
for he tore it's chords- a-sunder 1 Q- I' L0 m2 S% E$ ?8 s7 E6 k
And said 'No chains shall- sully thee, 7 h' p- l1 i$ P% g2 E
Thou soul of love and bravery. & i2 `9 c8 |8 m. s: w* u
Thy songs were made for the pure and the free, 3 y0 ]: W2 t, l. T! V3 [- SThey- shall never sound- in- slavery' 6 \: n& N, N1 O: i. z3 N% p / a2 Q+ B3 t& g& t5 h9 ~ T! m+ W4 r4 L: L X7 D* ]+ v# J0 e# a3 t9 f% R
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