paroles de chanson The Minstrel Boy (Arr. Dan Walker) - Cantillation feat. Antony Walker & Jenny Duck-Chong

Away, away, away
Away, away, away

The minstrel boy to the war has gone
In the ranks of death you will find him
His father's sword he has girded on
And his wild harp's long behind him

"Land of Song," said the warrior bard
"Though all the world betrays thee
One sword at least, thy right, shall guard
While faithful harp shall praise thee"

The minstrel fell, but the foeman's chill
Could not bring his brow sore under
The harp he loved never spoke again
For it tore his chords asunder

Now 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