[04:36.000] The minstrel boy to the war is gone,
[04:44.000] In the ranks of death you'll find him;
[04:53.000] His father's sword he hath girded on,
[05:01.000] And his wild harp slung behind him;
[05:10.000] "Land of Song!" cried the warrior bard,
[05:18.000] "Tho' all the world betrays thee,“
[05:26.000] One sword, at least, thy right shall guard,
[05:35.000] One faithful harp shall praise thee!"
[06:16.000] The Minstrel fell! But the foeman's steel;
[06:24.000] Could not bring that proud soul under;
[06:33.000] The harp he lov'd ne'er spoke again,
[06:40.000] For he tore its chords asunder;
[06:51.000] And said "No chains shall sully thee,“
[06:58.000] Thou soul of love and brav'ry!
[07:06.000] Thy songs were made for the pure and free;
[07:14.000] They shall never sound in slavery!