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[01:31.18]The minstrel boy to the war has gone,
[01:39.56]In the ranks of death you''''ll find him;
[01:47.76]His father''''s sword he has girded on,
[01:55.61]And his wild hard slung behind him;
[02:04.38]“Land of song!”say the warrior bard,
[02:12.31]“Though all the world betrays thee,
[02:20.74]One sword,at least,thy right shall guard,
[02:28.55]One faithful harp shall praise thee!”

[03:26.52]The minstrel fell!
[03:30.66]But the foemans chains,
[03:34.46]Could not bring this proud soul under;
[03:43.03]The harp he loved never spoke again,
[03:51.18]For he tore its chords asunder;
[03:59.79]And said“No chains shall sully thee,
[04:07.64]Thou soul of love and bravery!
[04:16.00]Thy songs we''''re made for the pure and free,
[04:24.71]They shall never sound in slavery!”