X: 1
T:The Minstrel Boy
C:Trad
T:The Moreen
O:Ireland
R:March
Z:Webmaster
M:4/4
L:1/8
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G3A cBAG | B2d2 g2fg | e2d2 BcdB |1 A4 G2 d2:|2 A4 G2 D2|
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W:The minstrel boy to the war has gone,
W:In the ranks of death you'll find him.
W:His father's sword he had girded on.
W:And his wild harp slung behind him.
W:Land of song, said the warrior bard,
W:Though all the world betrays thee,
W:One sword at least thy rights shall guard,
W:One faithful harp shall praise thee."
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W:The minstrel fell! But the foeman's chain
W:Could not bring his proud soul under.
W:The harp he loved never spoke again
W:For he tore its cords asunder,
W:And said "No chains shall sully thee,
W:Thou soul of love and bravery,
W:Thy songs were made for the pure and free,
W:They shall never sound in slavery"
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