Listen to the song

The Minstrel Boy

The minstrel boy to the war is gone 
in the ranks of death you will find him.
His fathers sword he has girded on 
and his wild harp slung behind him.
Land of song says 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 foemans chain
could not bring that proud soul under.
The harp he loved n'er spoke again
for he tore its cords asunder
And said no chain shall sully thee
thy soul of love and bravery
Thy songs were made for the pure and free
they shall never sound in slavery.

The minstrel boy shall return again,
When we hear the news we shall cheer it.
The minstrel boy shall return again,
Torn perhaps in body, not in spirit. 
And then may he play his harp in peace,
In a world as heaven has intended.
When all the works of war shall cease,
And every battle must be ended.


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