| The Minstral-Boy The Minstrel-boy to war is gone, In the ranks of death you'll find him; His father's sword he has 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 chain Could not bring his 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 meant for the pure and free, They shall never sound in slavery!" - Thomas Moore |
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