The minstrel boy to the war has 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,


“Tho’ all the world betrays thee,


One sword, at least, thy right shall guard,


One faithful harp shall praise thee”


 


 


 



 

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  1. hmmm

    where did you get that from?

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