The Minstrel Boy

The Minstrel Boy to the war has gone

in the ranks of death you will find him

his father's sword he has girded on

and his wild harp slung behind him

"The land of song," said the warrior bard,

"tho all the world betray thee

one sword at least thy ranks shall guard

one faithful harp shall praise thee"

The minstrel fell but the foreman's chain

could not bring his proud sould under

the harp he loved never spoke again

for he tore it's chords asunder

He said, "No chains shall sully thee.

The sould of love and bravery

Thy songs were made for the pure and free

They shall never sound in slavery!"