this is a really easy way of playing this, it's not correct i know, but sounds fine. F F F F The minstrel boy to the war is gone, F Am G F In the ranks of death ye will find him; F F F F His father's sword he hath girded on, F Am G F And his wild harp slung behind him; Am F G F "Land of Song!" said the warrior bard,
F Am F G "Tho' all the world betray thee, F F F F One sword, at least, thy rights shall guard, F Am G F One faithful harp shall praise thee!" The Minstrel fell! But the foeman's chain Could not bring his proud soul under; The harp he lov'd 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!"