文本歌词

Minstrel Boy - The Hit Co.
The minstrel boy to the war has gone,
In the ranks of death you'll find him;
His father's sword he has girded on,
And his wild hard slung behind him;
'land of song!'say the warrior bard,
'though all the world betrays thee,
One sword,at least,thy right shall guard,
One faithful harp shall praise thee!'
The minstrel fell!
But the foemans chains,
Could not bring this 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 bravery!
Thy songs we're made for the pure and free,
They shall never sound in slavery!'