Misc Traditional - The minstrel boy

The ^FMinstrel Boy to the war ^Cis ^Fgone In the ranks of death you will ^Cfind ^Fhim; His father's sword he hath gird^Ced ^Fon, And his wild harp slung be^Chind ^Fhim

^DmLand of Song! said the ^Awarrior ^Fbard, Tho' ^Dmall the world be^Atrays ^Fthee, One sword, at least, thy rights ^Cshall ^Fguard, One faithful harp shall ^Cpraise ^Fthee!

The ^FMinstrel fell! But the foe^Cman's ^Fchain Could not bring that proud soul ^Cund^Fer; The harp he lov'd ne'er spoke ^Caga^Fin, For he tore its cords a^Csun^Fder

And ^Dmsaid "No chains shall ^Asully ^Fthee, Thou ^Dmsoul of love and ^Abrav'^Fry! Thy songs were made for the pure ^Cand ^Ffree, They shall never sound in ^Cslave^Fry!"