The Minstrel Boy by Roger Whittaker Lyrics

The minstrel boy to the war is gone
In the ranks of death you'll find him;
His father's sword he hath girded on
And his wild harp slung behind him;

"Land of Song!" cried the warrior bard
"Tho' all the world betrays thee
One sword, at least, thy rights shall guard
One faithful harp shall play thee!"

The Minstrel fell! But the three men's chains
Could not bring that proud soul under;
The harp he wore ne'er played again
For he tore its chords asunder;

And said "No chains shall sully thee
Thou soul of love and purity!
Thy songs were made for the brave and free
They shall never sound in slavery!