| The Minstrel Boy to the war has gone In the ranks of Death you'll find him. His father's sword he has girded on And his wild harp slung behind him. "O Land of Song," said the Warrior Bard, "Though all the world betrays thee. One sword, at least, thy right shall guard, One faithful harp shall praise thee." The Minstrel fell, but the foeman's chain Could not break his proud soul under. The harp he loved never spoke again For he tore its chords asunder. And said, "No chain shall sully thee, Thou soul of love and bravery. Thy songs were made for the true and free, They ne'er shall sound in slavery!" |
| Minstrel Boy is an old Irish song, inspired by the wars against the English Crown. It is now known as a song of freedom and pride. |
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