^{G C G C G Em D G} (4x) The ^Gminstrel ^Cboy to the ^Gwar has ^Cgone, in the ^Granks of ^Em death you'll ^D find ^Ghim. His ^Gfather's ^Csword he has ^Ggirded ^Con, and his ^Gwild harp ^Emslung ^Dbehind ^Ghim. ^EmLand of ^CSong! said the ^Dwarrior ^Gbard, though ^Emall the ^Hmworld ^Cbetrays ^Dthee, one ^Gsword, at ^Cleast, thy ^Grights shall ^Cguard, one ^Gfaithful ^Emharp shall ^Dpraise ^Gthee! ^{G F G F} (2x) ^{G C G C G Em D G} (2x) The minstrel fell, but the foeman's chains could not bring this proud soul under. The harp he loved never 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! ^{G C G C G Em D G} (3x) …