Minstrel Boy

G C G C The minstrel boy to the war is gone, G Em D G In the ranks of death ye will find him; G C G C His father's sword he hath girded on, G Em D G And his wild harp slung behind him; Em C D G "Land of Song!" said the warrior bard, C Em C D "Tho' all the world betray thee, G C G C One sword, at least, thy rights shall guard, G Em D G One faithful harp shall praise thee!" The Minstrel fell! But the foeman's chain Could not bring his 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 bravery! Thy songs were made for the pure and free They shall never sound in slavery!"