by
Thomas Moore (1779 - 1852)
The Minstrel Boy to the war is gone
Language: English
Available translation(s): FRE
The Minstrel Boy to the war is gone
In the ranks of death you'll find him;
His father's sword he [has]1 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, 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 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 slav'ry".
V. Herbert sets stanza 1
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1 Herbert: "hath"
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Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by (Edward) Benjamin Britten (1913 - 1976), "The Minstrel Boy" [sung text checked 1 time]
- by Victor Herbert (1859 - 1924), "The Minstrel Boy", first performed 1908, stanza 1 [ voice and piano ], from The Bards of Ireland, no. 1 [sung text checked 1 time]
- by Cyril Meir Scott (1879 - 1970), "Minstrel Boy", published 1922 [ voice and piano ], London: Elkin [sung text not yet checked]
- by John Andrew Stevenson (1761 - 1833), "The Minstrel-Boy" [sung text checked 1 time]
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Word count: 112
Le jeune ménestrel
Language: French (Français)  after the English
Le jeune ménestrel est parti à la guerre,
Vous le trouverez dans les rangs de la mort ;
Il a ceint l'épée de son père
Et sa harpe indomptable est jetée sur son dos.
« Pays des chants — a dit le barde guerrier —
Bien que le monde entier te trahisse,
Une épée au moins défendra tes droits,
Une harpe fidèle te célébrera ».
Le ménestrel tomba ! Mais la chaîne de l'ennemi
Ne put soumettre cette âme fière,
La harpe qu'il aimait ne parlera plus jamais
Car il en arracha les cordes
Et dit : « Aucune chaîne ne souillera
Ton âme d'amour et de bravoure !
Tes chants étaient faits pour le pur et le libre,
Ils ne s'élèveront jamais dans l'esclavage ».
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This text was added to the website: 2014-04-16
Line count: 16
Word count: 126