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The minstrel boy to the war has goneIn the ranks of death you will find himHis father's sword he is girded onAnd his wild harp slung behind him"Land of song", cried the warrior bard"Though all the world betrays theeOne sword at least thy roads shall guardOne faithful heart shall praise thee"The minstrel fell but the foreman's swordCould not bring that proud soul underThe harp he loved never spoke againFor he tore its cords asunderHe said, "No chain shall sully theeNo strength shall taint your braveryThe songs remain for the young and freeThey shall never sound in slavery"The minstrel boy to the war has goneIn the ranks of death you will find himHis father's sword he has girded onAnd his wild harp slung behind himHe said, "No chain shall sully theeNo strength shall taint your braveryThe songs remain for the young and freeThey shall never sound in slavery" Aus Songtexte Mania