The Minstrel Boy- to the war has 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- never 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
[00:07.690] [00:42.200] [01:31.200]The Minstrel Boy- to the war has gone [01:39.960]in the rank of death- you'll- find him [01:48.380]His father's sword- he has girded on [01:56.030]and his wild harp slung- be-hind him [02:05.500]"Land of Song" said the warrior Bard [02:13.410]"Though all the world betrays- thee, [02:22.110]one sword at least- thy- rights shall guard, [02:29.810]one- faithful harp- shall- praise thee" [02:55.350] [03:26.620]The Minstrel fell- but the forman's chain [03:34.750]could not bring his proud- sail- under [03:43.550]The Harp he loved- never spoke again [03:51.050]for he tore it's chords- a-sunder [03:59.880]And said "No chains shall- sully thee [04:08.050]Thou soul of love and bravery [04:16.330]Thy songs were made for the pure and the free [04:24.080]They- shall never sound- in- slavery [04:52.400]
