The Minstrel Boy Lyrics

The Minstrel Boy lyrics

The Minstrel Boy to the war is gone
In the ranks of death you will find
him;
His father's sword he hath girded on,
And his wild harp slung behind
him;
"Land of Song!" said the warrior bard,
"Tho' all the world betrays
thee,
One sword, at least, thy rights shall guard,
One faithful harp
shall praise thee!"

The Minstrel fell! But the foeman's chain
Could
not bring that proud soul under;
The harp he lov'd ne'er spoke again,
For
he tore its chords asunder;
And said "No chains shall sully thee,
Thou
soul of love and brav'ry!
Thy songs were made for the pure and free,
They
shall never sound in slavery!"