[Verse 1] The minstrel boy to the war is gone In the ranks of death youll find him His fathers sword he hath girded on And his wild harp slung behind him [Verse 2] Land of Song cried the warrior bard Tho all the world betrays thee One sword, at least, thy rights shall guard One faithful harp shall praise thee [Verse 3] The minstrel fell but the foemans chain Could not bring that proud soul under The harp he lovd neer spoke again For he tore its chords asunder [Verse 4] And said, No chains shall sully thee Thou soul of love and bravry Thy songs were made for the pure and free They shall never sound in slavery
harp, shall, minstrel, thee, sword