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The MinstrelBoy- to the war has gone 4 |. ?1 I8 B5 T& |; x2 Z
in the ranks of death- you'll- find him 0 T2 B" k( ?0 v' I1 O o3 UHis father's sword- he has girded on $ _8 C, Y" u' I0 ~* ]and his wild harp slung- be-hind him & Z3 O' j; Q) l' J- I
"Land of Song"said the warrior Bard . w7 B: ]4 m! t2 y5 X* L+ c4 G
'Though all the world betrays- thee, % [. _& v" K3 v! g+ M D7 wone sword at least- thy- rights shall guard, 2 b8 L) k) | done- faithful harp- shall- praise thee ! r5 L) {6 c( `/ I
; D, S$ Q7 J; Y/ {7 AThe Minstrel fell- but the forman's chain , T8 M7 |1 L/ J. h; p z& Q
could not bring his proud- soul- under $ ] j0 b9 G1 _0 g+ F3 z
The Harp he loved- ne'er spoke again : U/ ]' }/ {% W! `+ N* Z2 p
for he tore it's chords- a-sunder X/ P. a1 V# `, I& b) J0 KAnd said 'No chains shall- sully thee, 2 g5 |$ a: l4 g( N& |
Thou soul of love and bravery. 4 O+ B( x# ]# I$ Q# v, D
Thy songs were made for the pure and the free, % m [* f/ y( E& g, L- UThey- shall never sound- in- slavery' ) W, u. t& z5 j% E" @! s
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