The Minstrel-Boy

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Title:     The Minstrel-Boy
Author: Thomas Moore [More Titles by Moore]

The Minstrel-Boy to the war is gone,
In the ranks of death you'll find him;
His father's sword he has girded on.
And his wild harp slung behind him.
"Land of song!" said the warrior-bard,
"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 chain
Could not bring his proud soul under;
The harp he loved 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."

[The end]
Thomas Moore's poem: Minstrel-Boy

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