by Thomas Moore (1779 - 1852)

Language: English 
Our translations:  CAT FRE
The Minstrel Boy to the war is gone
In the ranks of death you'll 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, thy rights shall guard,
One faithful harp shall praise thee".

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Note: some settings of this text use a third verse written by an unknown author during the American Civil War, found here.

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