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The MinstrelBoy- to the war has gone 6 o; i$ E# n' j* v- G! H7 ain the ranks of death- you'll- find him 8 m! J( L* w4 w- l& e
His father's sword- he has girded on : J# V* U" n& D2 _1 x; A
and his wild harp slung- be-hind him ; G! G' u, o4 f' d2 E- s( ~, N. f) A"Land of Song"said the warrior Bard + w; B" T' S; s4 a6 ~1 U1 v'Though all the world betrays- thee, 7 q. w+ D2 H7 M& none sword at least- thy- rights shall guard, ! Q3 D8 W# k6 h. k& ^one- faithful harp- shall- praise thee + `( c1 B, D- A, D- c
+ u# h9 Z+ r* {# WThe Minstrel fell- but the forman's chain 1 j( y+ P( ^9 A9 x/ e& I( pcould not bring his proud- soul- under , K1 x. k! a) _4 WThe Harp he loved- ne'er spoke again + t0 v+ b% M3 {6 { v# y
for he tore it's chords- a-sunder . i. Y( u% Y6 V$ gAnd said 'No chains shall- sully thee, : M0 ?) G7 Q+ I! g
Thou soul of love and bravery. 4 V7 y% @5 r8 F' qThy songs were made for the pure and the free, 5 m+ {( g6 F( i! `They- shall never sound- in- slavery' / m( w0 C8 R* n. G; ?- w$ W3 `
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