Il testo della The minstrel boy

The minstrel boy- to the war is 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- ne'er 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"