The Minstrel Boy Songtext
von Finbar Wright

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
"Though all the world betray thee
One sword, at least, thy right shall guard
One faithful harp shall praise thee"
The minstrel said of the foreman′s scorn
Could not bring his proud soul under


The happy luck 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"
Thy songs were made for the pure and free
They shall never sound in slavery
Thy songs were made for the pure and free
They shall never sound in slavery