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The minstrel boy to the war is goneIn the ranks of death you'll find himHis father's sword he hath girded onAnd his wild harp slung behind him"Land of Song!" cried the warrior bard(Should) "Tho' all the world betrays theeOne sword, at least, thy rights shall guardOne faithful harp shall praise thee!"The Minstrel fell! But the foreman's steelCould not bring that proud soul underThe harp he lov'd ne'er spoke againFor he tore its chords asunderAnd said "No chains shall sully theeThou soul of love and brav'ry!Thy songs were made for the pure and freeThey shall never sound in slavery! Aus Songtexte Mania