The Minstrel Boy

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