The Minstrel Boy (The Corrs)

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"