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[01:31.200]The Minstrel Boy- to the war has gone
[01:39.960]in the rank of death- you'll- find him
[01:48.380]His father's sword- he has girded on
[01:56.030]and his wild harp slung- be-hind him
[02:05.500]"Land of Song" said the warrior Bard
[02:13.410]"Though all the world betrays- thee,
[02:22.110]one sword at least- thy- rights shall guard,
[02:29.810]one- faithful harp- shall- praise thee"
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[03:26.620]The Minstrel fell- but the forman's chain
[03:34.750]could not bring his proud- sail- under
[03:43.550]The Harp he loved- never spoke again
[03:51.050]for he tore it's chords- a-sunder
[03:59.880]And said "No chains shall- sully thee
[04:08.050]Thou soul of love and bravery
[04:16.330]Thy songs were made for the pure and the free
[04:24.080]They- shall never sound- in- slavery
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