In the rank of death- you'll- find him
His father's sword- he has girded on
And his wild harp slung- be-hind him
"Land of Song" said the warrior Bard
"Though all the world betrays- thee,
One sword at least- thy- rights shall guard,
One- faithful harp- shall- praise thee"
The Minstrel fell- but the forman's chain
Could not bring his proud- sail- under
The Harp he loved- ne'er spoke again
For he tore it's chords- a-sunder
And said "No chains shall- sully thee,
Thou soul of love and bravery.
Thy songs were made for the pure and the free,
They- shall never sound- in- slavery"
The Minstrel Boy- to the war is gone In the rank of death- you'll- find him His father's sword- he has girded on And his wild harp slung- be-hind him "Land of Song" said the warrior Bard "Though all the world betrays- thee, One sword at least- thy- rights shall guard, One- faithful harp- shall- praise thee" The Minstrel fell- but the forman's chain Could not bring his proud- sail- under The Harp he loved- ne'er spoke again For he tore it's chords- a-sunder And said "No chains shall- sully thee, Thou soul of love and bravery. Thy songs were made for the pure and the free, They- shall never sound- in- slavery" Explain Request ×
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