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The Song Book |
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CCXXVII THE MINSTREL BOY |
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The minstrel fell! but the foeman's chain
Could not bring that proud soul under; The harp he lov'd ne'er spoke again,
For he tore its chords asunder; And said, " No chain shall sully thee,
Thou soul of love and bravery! Thy songs were made for the pure and free,
They shall never sound in slavery."
Words by Moore. Tune The Moreen. |
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