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
Land of Song said the warrior bard
Though all the world betrays thee
One sword at least
thy rights shall guard
One faithful harp shall praise thee
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
Land of Song said the warrior bard
Though all the world betrays thee
Land of Song said the warrior bard
Though all the world betrays thee
One sword at least
thy rights shall guard
One faithful harp shall praise thee