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The MinstrelBoy- to the war has gone # ]: s D: D/ Y B8 F1 din the ranks of death- you'll- find him # E0 I; x' g0 VHis father's sword- he has girded on 5 F8 W, C( {6 Y b2 s
and his wild harp slung- be-hind him , g7 Q- C( Q) l' n4 a
"Land of Song"said the warrior Bard % v6 v# P- k6 ?2 A" a+ d'Though all the world betrays- thee, : Y: X+ \3 x0 ]1 ?1 j' ~2 tone sword at least- thy- rights shall guard, ' p- T0 v! c5 s
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The Minstrel fell- but the forman's chain 4 X3 q; k) h3 Bcould not bring his proud- soul- under " u. v [5 A* ?: U# q; W1 E: e L" sThe Harp he loved- ne'er spoke again ! k. J$ B: f6 \; L2 e8 ]( R0 t
for he tore it's chords- a-sunder / ^ j1 Z/ N1 `( h3 y1 W
And said 'No chains shall- sully thee, ' L" n" g8 [- B8 W; Q% i
Thou soul of love and bravery. & K# t) ^5 ~- W8 d$ X$ v0 K
Thy songs were made for the pure and the free, $ _6 j1 t/ ^) Q+ ~They- shall never sound- in- slavery' 6 R; n( n a3 e1 N# W& _+ M2 G9 P, z* w
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