Corrs - Minstrel Boy Lyrics
The Minstrel Boy- to the war is gonein the rank of death- you'll- find himHis father's sword- he has girded onand 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 chaincould not bring his proud- sail- underThe Harp he loved- ne'er spoke againfor he tore it's chords- a-sunderAnd 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