D                       A   D 
The minstrel boy to the war has gone. 
       G     D                 A    D 
In the ranks of death you will find him. 
                             A   D 
His father's sword he has girded on 
        G    D            A    D 
And his wild harp slung behind him. 
 
Bm    A  G      A        G  A    D 
"Land of song," said the warrior bard, 
        G               A    D 
"Though all the world betray thee, 
                             A     D 
One sword at least thy roads shall guard, 
    G                     A      D 
One faithDful heart shall praise thee."