The National Anthem (The Minstrel Boy)

(I've decided to stop having the music play on a loop, because it got annoying after a while. It onlt plays once now. If you want to hear it again, I've put it into this button by suggestion of Saule.)

The minstrel boy to the war is gone,
In the ranks of death you may find him.
His father's sword he hath girded on,
And his wild harp slung behind him;

"Land of Song!" cried the warrior bard,
"Tho' 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 lov'd ne'er spoke again,
For he tore its chords asunder;

And said "No chains shall sully thee,
Thou soul of love and brav'ry!
Thy songs were made for the pure and free
They shall never sound in slavery!"