Arranged by Ben Deschamps - Minstrel Boy lyrics

The minstrel boy to the war has gone In the ranks of d**h you will find him; His father's sword he had girded on And his wild harp slung behind him; "Land of Song!" said the warrior bard "Tho' all the world betrays thee One sword, at least, thy rights shall guard One faithful heart shall praise thee!" The minstrel fell but the foeman's chain Could not bring that proud soul under; The harp he loved ne'er spoke again For he tore its 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!"