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The MinstrelBoy- to the war has gone : V- L u$ Q' z+ s& X k; tin the ranks of death- you'll- find him - y8 q! L4 c. BHis father's sword- he has girded on / A5 w( I B6 j, l, iand his wild harp slung- be-hind him ( P$ ?% R p. {"Land of Song"said the warrior Bard 8 a }& v0 e2 Q8 f! c& l( c/ h+ f'Though all the world betrays- thee, 6 ]. r$ ?, o; J5 @% S
one sword at least- thy- rights shall guard, + D# L0 n8 N/ L- }8 b5 {. P$ a
one- faithful harp- shall- praise thee 2 ?! W# G4 M3 k
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The Minstrel fell- but the forman's chain 0 r5 @* ]* A6 V/ W
could not bring his proud- soul- under % J. p% P4 [% e- G7 v. s- LThe Harp he loved- ne'er spoke again . c1 O% h }- U1 D; ]0 }# _$ ~for he tore it's chords- a-sunder & g& I2 @4 J/ [
And said 'No chains shall- sully thee, # @' L( }! B6 X
Thou soul of love and bravery. ' Q6 ` C: |, H2 x" I
Thy songs were made for the pure and the free, % u$ n7 s2 C5 j! \" |/ ]
They- shall never sound- in- slavery' ! @7 o) M* N' i, m$ b " j% J- u% w' H4 ]/ I! o0 Q + w; B D) M Z$ p, S8 v / q7 @: G# ?$ ^8 _' i( n: F" ^: Y) q* X1 u# q