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The Minstrel Boy to the War is gone --
In the ranks of Death you will find him.
His father's sword he has girded on,
And his wild harp slung behind him.
'Land Of Song,' says 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 fell, but the foeman's chain
Could not bring that proud soul under,
The harp he loved never spoke again
For he tore its corse asunder,
And said, 'No chain shall sully thee,
Thou soul of love and bravery!
Thy songs were made for the pure and free;
They shall never sound in slavery!'
--Thomas Moore
Vale Steve Irwin -- 1962-2006
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