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the minstrel boy - the corrs lyrics

the minstrel boy- to the war is gone
in the rank of death- you’ll- find him
his father’s sword- he has girded on
and his wild harp slung- be-hind him

“land of song” said the warrior bard
“though all the world betrays- thee,
one sword at least- thy- rights shall guard,
one- faithful harp- shall- praise thee”

the minstrel fell- but the forman’s chain
could not bring his proud- sail- under
the harp he loved- ne’er spoke again
for he tore it’s chords- a-sunder

and said “no chains shall- sully thee,
thou soul of love and bravery.
thy songs were made for the pure and the free,
they- shall never sound- in- slavery”