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My entry in the MacJams Voice for Choice challenge. I think my main challenge was to stay out of the way of Rebsie's angelic rendition while adding some modern atmosphere.
I think this is the way Thomas Moore envisioned this song 200 plus years ago. Sadly, Logic hadn't been invented yet and it had to be rendered on the inferior stringed instruments of the time.
I think this is the way Thomas Moore envisioned this song 200 plus years ago. Sadly, Logic hadn't been invented yet and it had to be rendered on the inferior stringed instruments of the time.
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Lyrics
The minstrel boy to the war is gone,
In the ranks of death you'll 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 right shall guard,
One faithful harp shall praise thee!"
The Minstrel fell! But the foeman's chain
Could not bring that 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!
In the ranks of death you'll 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 right shall guard,
One faithful harp shall praise thee!"
The Minstrel fell! But the foeman's chain
Could not bring that 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!
Rebsie
Fabulous! I love it!