From the recording Casualties of Retail (2005)
Lyrics
The minstrel boy to the war has gone<br />
In the ranks of death you will find him<br />
His father's sword he has girded on<br />
And his wild harp slung behind him<br />
Land of song cried the warrior bard<br />
Though all the world betrays thee<br />
One sword at least they right shall guard<br />
One faithful harp shall praise thee<br />
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The minstrel fell but the foeman's sword<br />
Couldn't bring that proud soul under<br />
The harp he loved never spoke again<br />
For he tore its chords asunder<br />
And he said no chains shall sully thee<br />
No restrains shall taint your bravery<br />
Your songs were made for the young and free<br />
They shall never sound in slavery