6 o/ J, `' P& g! D9 \/ g9 rThe MinstrelBoy- to the war has gone 6 @( {6 I' X6 V Cin the ranks of death- you'll- find him M8 _7 y/ z1 nHis father's sword- he has girded on i7 K$ K* j/ N4 c9 a! x# T6 Tand his wild harp slung- be-hind him , U3 @+ `- N1 b$ h! O
"Land of Song"said the warrior Bard : J+ r3 n) F! D' C8 C
'Though all the world betrays- thee, ~% b7 U0 P& }/ e8 uone sword at least- thy- rights shall guard, ( h6 A- z% U% Z! ]! A
one- faithful harp- shall- praise thee 3 E! |( F- J4 c7 X/ d( P . s; i! m5 g7 j iThe Minstrel fell- but the forman's chain * F1 |, X% j* n
could not bring his proud- soul- under * b, E! o! F7 M$ EThe Harp he loved- ne'er spoke again 9 p# a8 h9 v0 U$ F7 }* q. {, bfor he tore it's chords- a-sunder 6 T1 O8 A9 O$ Y# B1 z
And said 'No chains shall- sully thee, - p; ~3 {! d2 zThou soul of love and bravery. ' ]; E! G4 x ~1 L7 B9 y- ~5 LThy songs were made for the pure and the free, " l# Z @: _4 R8 HThey- shall never sound- in- slavery' ( A; f+ k- O: c* j7 ]2 Y5 m
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