[00:00.000] 作曲 : Traditional Song
[00:33.584] The minstrel boy to the war is gone
[00:37.308] In the ranks of death you will find him
[00:41.791] His father's sword he's girded on
[00:45.431] And his wild harp slung behind him
[00:50.055] "Land of Song" said the warrior bard
[00:53.881] "Tho' all the world betrays thee
[00:57.749] One sword, at least, thy rights shall guard
[01:01.830] One faithful harp shall praise thee"
[01:38.406] The minstrel fell but the foeman's chains
[01:41.953] Could not bring that proud soul under
[01:46.386] The harp he loved never spoke again
[01:50.073] For he tore its chords asunder
[01:54.403] And said, "No chains shall sully thee
[01:58.508] Thou soul of love and brav'ry
[02:02.554] Thy songs were made for the proud and free
[02:06.422] They shall never sound in slavery"
[02:10.710] The Minstrel Boy shall return again
[02:14.625] When we hear the news we all will cheer it,
[02:18.965] The minstrel boy shall return again,
[02:22.887] Torn perhaps in body, not in spirit.
[02:27.294] Then may he play on his harp in peace,
[02:31.124] In a world such as heaven intended,
[02:35.002] When in all the world the war shall cease,
[02:39.427] And ev'ry battle must be ended.