作曲 : Traditional Song
 The minstrel boy to the war is gone
 In the ranks of death you will find him
 His father's sword he's 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 chains
 Could not bring that proud soul under
 The harp he loved never spoke again
 For he tore its chords asunder
 And said, "No chains shall sully thee
 Thou soul of love and brav'ry
 Thy songs were made for the proud and free
 They shall never sound in slavery"
 The Minstrel Boy shall return again
 When we hear the news we all will cheer it,
 The minstrel boy shall return again,
 Torn perhaps in body, not in spirit.
 Then may he play on his harp in peace,
 In a world such as heaven intended,
 When in all the world the war shall cease,
 And ev'ry battle must be ended.