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IRISH MELODIES. |
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THE MINSTREL-BOY.
The Minstrel-boy to the war is gone,
In the ranks of death you'll find him ; His father's sword he has girded on,
And his wild harp slung behind him.— " Land of song ! " said 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 chain
Could not bring his proud soul under; The harp he lov'd ne'er spoke again,
For he tore its cords asunder ; And said, " No chains shall sully thee,
* Thou soul of love and bravery ! " Thy songs were made for the pure and free,
Ci They shall never sound in slavery!" |
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