The Music Of Scotland



    The Minstrel Boy
    The Minstrel Boy to the war is gone
    In the ranks of death you will find him
    His father's sword he hath girded on
    And his wild harp slung behind him
    "Land of Song!" said the warrior bard
    "Tho' all the world betrays thee
    One sword, at least, they 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 lov'd ne'er spoke again
    For he tore its chords asunder
    And said "No chains shall sully thee
    Thou soul of love and brav'ry!
    Thy songs were made for the pure and free,
    They shall never sound in slavery!"


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