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作曲 : Traditional Song |
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The minstrel boy to the war is gone |
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In the ranks of death you will find him |
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His father's sword he's girded on |
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And his wild harp slung behind him |
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"Land of Song" said the warrior bard |
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"Tho' all the world betrays thee |
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One sword, at least, thy rights shall guard |
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One faithful harp shall praise thee" |
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The minstrel fell but the foeman's chains |
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Could not bring that proud soul under |
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The harp he loved never spoke again |
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For he tore its chords asunder |
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And said, "No chains shall sully thee |
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Thou soul of love and brav'ry |
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Thy songs were made for the proud and free |
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They shall never sound in slavery" |
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The Minstrel Boy shall return again |
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When we hear the news we all will cheer it, |
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The minstrel boy shall return again, |
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Torn perhaps in body, not in spirit. |
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Then may he play on his harp in peace, |
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In a world such as heaven intended, |
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When in all the world the war shall cease, |
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And ev'ry battle must be ended. |