Lyrics The Minstrel Boy - Roger Whittaker
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,
(Should)
"Tho′
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
steel
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!
1 When Irish Eyes Are Smiling
2 Down By The Sally Gardens
3 Forty Shades Of Green
4 Rose Of Tralee
5 Giant Land
6 Star Of The County Down
7 Irish Whistler
8 The Unicorn
9 The Minstrel Boy
10 I'll Tell Me Ma
11 Rooney
12 The Rising Of The Lark
13 Believe Me If All Those Endearing Young Charms / Molly St.
14 Uncle Benny
15 Danny Boy
16 Kilgary Mountain
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