The Minstrel Boy to the war has 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 never 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
