The Minstrel Boy to the war
To the war has gone
The ranks of death you will find
You will find him
His father's sword he hath girded on
And his wild harp slung
His wild harp slung behind him
Land
Land of song
Said said the warrior bard
Though all
Though all the world the world betrays betrays thee
Sword at least
Sword at least
Thy rights shall guard
One faithful harp
One faithful harp
Shall praise thee
Shall praise thee
The Minstrel
Fell
The Minstrel fell
Minstrel fell
But the foeman's chains
Could not bring this proud soul under
Could not bring this proud soul under
The harp he loved
The harp he loves
Never spoke again
For he tore its chords asunder
Don't style
Said
I said no chains shall sully
Just sully thee
Thou soul
Thou soul of love and bravery
Thy songs were made for the pure and free
And shall never sound in slavery
In slavery
In slavery
Never sound
Do now
Never sound
Never hear in slavery
Every every
Do now
Slavery
Slavery