Lyrics

The minstrel boy to the war is gone In the ranks of death you will find him His father's sword he has girded on And his wild harp slung behind him "Land of Song" cried the warrior bard "Tho' all the earth betrays thee One sword, at least, thy rights shall guard One minstrel harp shall praise thee" The minstrel fell but the foeman's chain Couldn't hold that proud soul under The harp he loved never spoke again He tore its strings asunder And said, "No chains shall sully thee Thou soul of love and bravery Thy songs were made for the pure and free They will never sound in slavery"