The minstrel boy to the war has gone,
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In the ranks of death you'll find him;
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His father's sword he hath girded on,
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And his wild harp slung behind him;
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"Land of Song!" cried the warrior bard,
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(Should) "Tho' all the world betrays thee,
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One sword, at least, thy rights shall guard,
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One faithful harp shall praise thee!"
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The Minstrel fell! But the foeman's chain
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Could not bring that proud soul under;
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The harp he lov'd ne'er spoke again,
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For he tore its chords asunder;
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And said "No chains shall sully thee,
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Thou soul of love and brav'ry!
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Thy songs were made for the pure and free
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They shall never sound in slavery!
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Minstrel Boy
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| Joe Strummer & The Mescaleros |
