Moore: The Minstrel Boy 歌詞
Moore: The Minstrel Boy - Owen Gilhooley
The minstrel boy to the war is gone
In the ranks of death you'll find him
His fathers sword he has girded on
And his wild harp slung behind him
Land of song said the warrior bard
Though 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 chain
Could not bring that proud soul under
The harp he loved never spoke again
For he tore is chords asunder
And said no chains shall sully thee
Thou soul of love and bravery
Thy songs were made for the pure and free
They shall never sound in slavery
Thy songs were made for the pure and free
They shall never sound in slavery