& t. U( ~- ^ O F& \# _! l. Q* G: S7 _ 9 r. \' d4 r ?, sThe MinstrelBoy- to the war has gone ; k4 v# A! y/ N3 U- q2 P' T
in the ranks of death- you'll- find him ( I8 d* b; C: E4 a4 ~0 t4 mHis father's sword- he has girded on : e# n' R+ ~% ~! F3 U
and his wild harp slung- be-hind him $ ]/ V' e6 M" u* G( U F' `/ d L
"Land of Song"said the warrior Bard % c4 e) m/ N1 E! v'Though all the world betrays- thee, % _. T/ J; o% m9 Q
one sword at least- thy- rights shall guard, 4 }1 K/ x' H/ {: ^* U/ h% p1 Y
one- faithful harp- shall- praise thee % d% T# n& D; I2 G " p2 _. ?8 W; S7 QThe Minstrel fell- but the forman's chain % ?; l; c1 i2 R2 b* F- _could not bring his proud- soul- under 0 }' Q5 F; r' z; F
The Harp he loved- ne'er spoke again & E& T" x' p# F% p. Q
for he tore it's chords- a-sunder . d0 Z- `4 p3 U5 A1 M2 \/ e4 i6 n: vAnd said 'No chains shall- sully thee, 0 S! p( z7 U. R2 J
Thou soul of love and bravery. 6 \* U0 d/ G, l0 B
Thy songs were made for the pure and the free, 3 T+ G1 B" z/ `
They- shall never sound- in- slavery' 4 v3 j1 o$ H' @- ]! ~
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