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;
 "Land of song!" cried the warrior bard,
 "Though all the world betrays thee,
 One sword, at least, thy rights shall guard,
 One faithful harp shall praise thee!"
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 The minstrel fell! But the foeman's sword
 Couldn't bring that proud soul under;
 The harp he loved never spoke again,
 For he tore its cords asunder;
 He said, "No chain shall sully thee,
 No strength shall taint your bravery!
 My songs remain for the young and free
 They shall never sound in slavery"
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 The minstrel boy to the war has gone
 In the ranks of death you will find him
 His father's swowrd he has girded on
 And his wild harp slung behind him
 He said, "No chain shall sully thee
 No strength shall taint your bravery
 My songs remain for the young and free
 They shall never sound in slavery"