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The Minstrel Boy

Thomas Moore
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Al Baker's version

The Minstrel Boy will return we pray
When we hear the news we all will cheer it,
The minstrel boy will return one day,
Torn perhaps in body, not in spirit.
Then may he play on his harp in peace,
In a world such as God intended,
For all the bitterness of man must cease,
And ev'ry battle must be ended.
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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