The Minstrel Boy - The Corrs

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The Minstrel Boy

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»