Thomas Moore ( )

From Irish Melodies. 55. The Minstrel Boy

          The Minstrel-Boy to the war is gone,
                In the ranks of death youll find him;
          His fathers 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 foemans chain
                Could not bring his proud soul under;
          The harp he loved neer 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's other poems:
  1. From Irish Melodies. 61. Id Mourn the Hopes
  2. From The Odes of Anacreon. Ode 3
  3. From Irish Melodies. 10. Rich and Rare Were the Gems She Wore
  4. From Irish Melodies. 92. ODonohues Mistress
  5. From The Odes of Anacreon. Ode 68

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: 1671

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