Minstrel Boy chords

The [G]minstrel [C]boy to the [G]war is [C]gone,
In the [G]ranks of [Em]death ye will [D]find [G]him;
His [G]father's [C]sword he hath [G]girded [C]on,
And his [G]wild harp [Em]slung [D]behind [G]him;
[Em]"Lan[C]d of Song!"[D] said the [G]warrior bard,
"[C]Tho' all[Em] the worl[C]d be[D]tray thee,
One [G]sword, at [C]least, thy [G]rights shall [C]guard,
One [G]faithful [Em]harp shall [D]praise [G]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!"