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) …
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