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The Minstrel Boy

Thomas Moore
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THE MINSTREL BOY

The minstrel boy to the war is gone,
In the ranks of death you'll find him;
His father's sword he hath girded on,
And his wild harp slung behind him;
"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!"

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!
THE MINSTREL BOY

The minstrel boy to the war is gone,
with a righteous fire inside him
A singer born, now a soldier grown,
with his wild harp slung behind him
Though eyes as brown as his turn red,
and beauty falls around him
Our nation's sacred flag, 'tis said,
will be sigh enough to rouse him

That boy, this day on his sick bed lay,
'twas his nightmares dragged him under
The harp he loved ne'er spoke again,
For he tore it's chords asunder
And said "No chain shall sully thee,
Thou soul of love and bravery
Thy songs were made for the pure and free,
they shall never sound in slavery

For years he fought, but ne'er once played
a refrain of faith or freedom
And grew to loathe that master's name
which denied him love and reason
Though songs may pierce more hearts
than steel, 'twould in his mind be treason
His silent rage at deaths in vain
could fain destroy all nations

And said no chain shall sully thee,
thou soul of love and bravery
Thy songs were made for the pure and free
they shall never sound in slavery
Thy songs were made for the pure and free
They shall never sound in slavery..




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