The Minstrel Boy 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 praise thee!"

The Minstrel fell! But the foeman's steel
Could not bring that proud soul under
The harp he loved never spoke again
For he tore its chords asunder

And said "No chains shall sully thee
Thou soul of love and brav'ry!
The songs were made for the pure and free
They shall never sound in slavery!

"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 praise thee!"