Name: The Minstrel Boy
Channel: Traditional
Description: "The Minstrel Boy" is a song by Trick T Olly. This is a traditional Irish that I play on guitar with voice and a keyboard bass.

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This is a traditional Irish that I play on guitar with voice and a keyboard bass.

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Trick T Olly

Elisha Zaporelostzi's first performances were the Open Stages put on by the Bytown Live in Ottawa Ontario, Canada. It is how Neil Young and Joni Mitchell started. Phreap magazine is a one page thing that went around Ottawa in the 1980s. Now it is a web site; http://home.att.ne.jp/blue/patchan With the help of Joe-Charly Smith, Molly Ding, Calhoon-Fred Febealie, and Butter Jones I was able to put out Phreap magazine.

Song Info

Genre

Alternative • Alternative

Author

Traditional

Rights

Public domain

Uploaded

June 19, 2005

Track Files

MP3

MP3 2.2 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00

Story behind the song

The music is an old traditional Irish Air called "The Moreen".
The words are by Thomas Moore, 1779-1852.
Performance by Patrick T. Connolly
- this is one of the happy, glorious war songs that the country in know for. The other type of song, the county is noted for, is the tragic love song. 

Recorded October 8, 2000, this is about the last song for me to do on cassette tape. I had a new digital recorder that I was not familiar with and was wondering, with the high price of zip discs,  how I could ever afford to do enough takes to for me to get it right. Well, this is Take 10 of the cassette, A number of takes I have yet to reach with digital.
There is a nice web page on this song at;
http://ogallchobhair.org/minstrelboy.htm

Lyrics

The minstrel boy to the war is gone,
In the ranks of death you'll find him;
His father's sword he hath girded on,
And his wild harp slung behind him.
"Land of Song," cried the warrior bard,
"Though all the world betrays thee,
One sword, at least, thy right shall guard,
One faithful harp shall praise thee." 

The Minstrel fell! But the foeman's chain
Could not bring that proud soul under;
The harp he lov'd ne'er spoke again,
For he tore its chords asunder;
And said "No chains shall sulley thee,
Thou soul of love and bravery,
Thy songs were made for the pure and free
They shall never sound in slavery.

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