作词 : Thomas Moore 作曲 : Irish patriotic song The minstrel boy to the war is gone In the ranks of death you'll find him His father's sword he has girded on And his wild harp slung behind him Land of Song said the warrior bard Though all the world betrays thee One sword at least thy rights shall guard One faithful harp shall praise thee The minstrel boy to the war is gone In the ranks of death you'll find him His father's sword he has girded on And his wild harp slung behind him Land of Song said the warrior bard Though all the world betrays thee Land of Song said the warrior bard Though all the world betrays thee One sword at least thy rights shall guard One faithful harp shall praise thee
作词 : Thomas Moore 作曲 : Irish patriotic song The minstrel boy to the war is gone In the ranks of death you'll find him His father's sword he has girded on And his wild harp slung behind him Land of Song said the warrior bard Though all the world betrays thee One sword at least thy rights shall guard One faithful harp shall praise thee The minstrel boy to the war is gone In the ranks of death you'll find him His father's sword he has girded on And his wild harp slung behind him Land of Song said the warrior bard Though all the world betrays thee Land of Song said the warrior bard Though all the world betrays thee One sword at least thy rights shall guard One faithful harp shall praise thee
