Lyrics:

The minstrel boy to the war is gone, In the ranks of death you'll find him; His fathers sword he has girded on, And his wild harp slung behind 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 foeman's chain Could not bring that proud soul under; The harp he loved ne'er spoke again For he tore is chords asunder; And said ';No chains shall sully thee, Thou soul of love and bravery! Thy songs were made for the pure and free, They shall never sound in slavery.';