Misc Traditional – The Minstrel Boy (Ukulele)

    F                       C  F
The Minstrel Boy to the war is gone

                               C    F
In the ranks of death you will find him;

                               C  F
His father's sword he hath girded on,

                          C    F
And his wild harp slung behind him

Dm                     A       F
Land of Song! said the warrior bard,

     Dm              A     F
Tho' all the world betrays thee,

                                C     F
One sword, at least, thy rights shall guard,

                        C      F
One faithful harp shall praise thee!

    F                         C     F
The Minstrel fell! But the foeman's chain

                                C  F
Could not bring that proud soul under;

                              C  F
The harp he lov'd ne'er spoke again,

                       C  F
For he tore its cords asunder

    Dm                    A     F
And said "No chains shall sully thee,

     Dm               A    F
Thou soul of love and brav'ry!

                                 C   F
Thy songs were made for the pure and free,

                          C    F
They shall never sound in slavery!"