Minstrel Boy piano leadsheet with chords

The minstrel boy to the war is gone,

in the ranks of death you'll find him.

His father's sword he has girded on,

and his wild harp slung behind him.

And "Land of song," said the warrior band,

"though all the world betrays er thee,

one sword at least thy the rights shall guard,

one shall faithful harp shall praise thee."

The minstrel fell, but the foeman's chain could not bring his proud soul under.

The harp he loved never spoke again,

for he tore its chords asunder.

And said, "No chains shall the sully thee,

thou soul of love and bravery.

Thy songs were made for the pure and free,

they shall never sound in praise thee."

The slav'ry."