The Corrs
The Corrs - The Minstrel Boy songtekst
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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