[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!