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The MinstrelBoy- to the war has gone : D" d! I9 ]8 d' j6 n9 Oin the ranks of death- you'll- find him 9 U5 m6 K% d+ S* D \' [, Q1 VHis father's sword- he has girded on + b# Z- R/ k# j) ^. ?" c5 ?; D
and his wild harp slung- be-hind him 7 i3 P" Z8 e4 t! ^, Q* f. C `- M) C"Land of Song"said the warrior Bard * F; t7 ]0 t+ I- u7 U
'Though all the world betrays- thee, ; B) o# e( U$ l2 u- Eone sword at least- thy- rights shall guard, & \3 D- Z% X1 s( F* \+ Z& Kone- faithful harp- shall- praise thee : u3 `9 N# M' P( H: m T9 N , g: g& z9 d& E! Q8 Z9 _ IThe Minstrel fell- but the forman's chain & Z. q% \+ \- B% B/ Acould not bring his proud- soul- under 7 e5 w( @6 T9 J2 W5 T, b( n' cThe Harp he loved- ne'er spoke again 0 a/ H, [7 G: J1 t8 Kfor he tore it's chords- a-sunder % z. G# L5 M2 {$ I) V0 j# ]/ a
And said 'No chains shall- sully thee, : ]9 ^" R* V* sThou soul of love and bravery. ; a: ]7 g+ A# F3 i2 R5 h
Thy songs were made for the pure and the free, 4 z) q: v! D- o1 S9 z; D; _% x
They- shall never sound- in- slavery' & F |( A# f& v b0 |