The Minstrel Boy Lyrics

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"