Minstrel Boy

The Minstrel Boy to the war has gone

In the ranks of death you will find him

His father's sword he hath girded on

And his wild harp slung behind 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 foeman's chains

Could not bring this proud soul under

The harp he loved never spoke again

For he tore its chords asunder



And said, "No chains shall sully thee

Thou soul of love and bravery!

Thy songs were made for the pure and free

And shall never sound in slavery!"