The romance of bravery, patriotism and sacrifice forever immortalized in this poem, this song has been a motivation for me ever since i was 12 years old when i read it first. Just feel the words, imagine the pride of a young warrior who defiantly fought against overwhelming odds and even though he never came back from the fight, he brought his kinsmen a morale which finally brought victory and peace.
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 fell! But the foeman's chain,
Could not bring his proud soul under,
The harp he loved ne'er spoke again,
For he tore its chords asunder,
And said "No chains shall sully thee,
Thou soul of love and bravery!
Thy songs were made for the pure and free
They shall never sound in slavery!"
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 fell! But the foeman's chain,
Could not bring his proud soul under,
The harp he loved ne'er spoke again,
For he tore its chords asunder,
And said "No chains shall sully thee,
Thou soul of love and bravery!
Thy songs were made for the pure and free
They shall never sound in slavery!"
~Thomas Moore~
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