The min strel boy to the war is (Dm)gone, in the (Bb)ranks of (F)death you’ll (C7)find (F)him.
His fa ther’s sword he has gird ed (Dm)on, and his (Bb)wild harp (F)slung be (F)hind him.
And (Dm)“Land of song,” said the (Am)war rior band, “though (Dm)all the world be trays er thee, one (F)sword at least thy the rights shall (Dm)guard, one shall (Bb)faith ful (F)harp shall (C7)praise
(F)thee.” The min strel fell, but the foe man’s (Dm)chain could not (Bb)bring his (F)proud soul (C7)un
(F)der.
The harp he loved nev er spoke a (Dm)gain, for he (Bb)tore its (F)chords a (F)sun
der.
And (Dm)said, “No chains shall the (Am)sul ly thee, thou (Dm)soul of love and brav er y.
Thy (F)songs were made for the pure and (Dm)free, they shall (Bb)nev er (F)sound in (C7)praise
(F)thee.” The (C7)slav
(F)’ry.”
This page shows “Minstrel Boy” by Irish Folksong in our color-coded kid songbook view — every note is colored by pitch (red C, orange D, yellow E, green F, blue G, purple A, pink B) and the lyrics sit directly under each note, so children can sing along while they play. The song is in the key of Bb at 100 BPM, a slightly more challenging arrangement — practice each phrase slowly first.