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The MinstrelBoy- to the war has gone {1 N% i2 e3 V0 R" q5 ]in the ranks of death- you'll- find him . ]1 n: l* ^/ g9 E7 N2 J& t F2 t; aHis father's sword- he has girded on ( ?- k2 H; y, ~. V! \' k$ b
and his wild harp slung- be-hind him / [( }* K0 z6 t# \: X
"Land of Song"said the warrior Bard 8 ^7 l: s2 Z# m2 W'Though all the world betrays- thee, . P. B$ r: o; a1 {2 v5 aone sword at least- thy- rights shall guard, ! h* h) v5 G d" n, Kone- faithful harp- shall- praise thee / T! [. _! n$ x) p+ L/ e0 z/ |# x + b, N/ F2 h* t( ZThe Minstrel fell- but the forman's chain ) `, u: m' A! ~
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The Harp he loved- ne'er spoke again 7 o( S [1 {) o
for he tore it's chords- a-sunder ; |$ i% N& A1 o& V- g5 _. {And said 'No chains shall- sully thee, 5 S- G) {+ q+ g& ~2 ?: nThou soul of love and bravery. 2 c+ r! r8 B8 c5 V5 QThy songs were made for the pure and the free, 9 M$ j; m6 n6 j- @+ \7 |' VThey- shall never sound- in- slavery' + K* L6 L' m, t