The Minstrel Boy | |
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John McCormacken, Paul Robesonen, The Holy Modal Rounders (en) , Bing Crosbyren, Joe Strummerren, Don Partridge (en) , The Clancy Brothersen, Enter the Haggis (en) , Shane MacGowan and The Popesen, The Corrsen eta ezezaguna patriotic song (en) eta standard (en) | |
Egilea(k) | John McCormack, Paul Robeson, The Holy Modal Rounders (en) , Bing Crosby, Joe Strummer, Don Partridge (en) , The Clancy Brothers, Enter the Haggis (en) , Shane MacGowan and The Popes, The Corrs eta ezezaguna |
Izenburua | The Minstrel Boy |
Ezaugarriak | |
Hizkuntza | ingelesa |
Hitzak | Thomas Moore |
The Minstrel Boy Irlandako abesti herrikoi eta abertzale bat da. Thomas Moore (1779–1852) musikagileak antzinako The Moreen irlandar doinuan oinarriturik sortu zuen.
Zineman John Ford zinema zuzendariaren The Man Who Would Be King filmako soinu bandan ere agertu zen.
The minstrel boy to the war is gone,
In the ranks of death ye will find him;
His father's sword he hath girded on,
And his wild harp slung behind him;
"Land of Song!" said the warrior bard,
"Tho' all the world betray 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 bravery!
Thy songs were made for the pure and free
They shall never sound in slavery!"
A concentrated, single verse version exists:
The minstrel boy to the war is gone,
In the ranks of death ye may find him;
His father's sword he hath girded on,
With his wild harp slung along behind him;
Land of Song, the lays of the warrior bard,
May some day sound for thee,
But his harp belongs to the brave and free
And shall never sound in slavery!"
Ameriketako Estatu Batuetako Gerra Zibilaren garaian egile ezezaguna duen hirugarren bertso bat idatzi zen:
The Minstrel Boy will return we pray
When we hear the news we all will cheer it,
The minstrel boy will return one day,
Torn perhaps in body, not in spirit.
Then may he play on his harp in peace,
In a world such as heaven intended,
For all the bitterness of man must cease,
And ev'ry battle must be ended.