[00:00.00] 作曲 : Traditional
[00:16.29]The minstrel boy to the war is gone,
[00:20.00]In the ranks of death you'll find him;
[00:24.09]His father's sword he has girded on,
[00:27.80]And his wild harp slung behind him;
[00:33.34]"Land of Song!" said the warrior bard, “
[00:37.34]"Though all the world betrays thee, “
[00:43.94]One sword, at least, thy rights shall guard,
[00:47.36]One faithful harp shall praise thee!"
[01:00.04]The Minstrel fell, But the foeman's chain
[01:04.00]Could not bring his proud soul under;
[01:08.01]The harp he loved ne'er spoke again,
[01:11.97]For he tore its chords asunder;
[01:17.58]And said "No chains shall sully thee,
[01:21.50]Thou soul of love and bravery!
[01:27.37]Thy songs were made for the pure and free
[01:34.00]They'll never sound in slavery!"
[01:42.61]"Land of Song!" said the warrior bard, “
[01:46.48]"Though all the world betrays thee,
[01:52.36]My songs were made for the pure and free
[01:58.57]They'll never sound in slavery!"
[02:07.09]"Land of Song!" said the warrior bard, “
[02:11.01]"Though all the world betrays thee,
[02:17.37]One sword, at least, thy rights shall guard,
[02:21.51]One faithful harp shall praise thee!"
[02:29.84]And said "No chains shall sully thee,
[02:34.21]Thou soul of love and bravery!
[02:40.96]My songs were made for the pure and free
[02:51.64]They'll never sound in slavery!"