The Minstrel Boy
to the war is gone
in the rank of death
you'll- find him
His father's sword
he has girded on
and his wild harp slung behind him
"Land of Song" said the warrior Bard
"Though all the world betrays thee
one sword at least- thy- rights shall guard
one- faithful harp- shall- praise thee"
The Minstrel fell- but the forman's chain
could not bring his proud- sail- under
The Harp he loved- ne'er spoke again
for he tore it's chords- a-sunder
And said "No chains shall- sully thee
Thou soul of love and bravery
Thy songs were made for the pure and the free
They- shall never sound- in- slavery