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02/27/06 The minstrel boy to the war has gone, In the ranks of death you will find him. His father's sword he hath 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 chains Could not bring that proud soul under. The harp he loved ne'er spoke again For he tore its cords asunder; And said, "No chain shall sully thee, O soul of love and bravery. Thy songs were made for the pure and free, They shall never sound in slavery.

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