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THE MINSTREL'S THEME.
Were I the fairest little flower
That e'er in garden grew,
I'd glow with pride 'neath sun and shower,
Did I but bloom for you !
Were I the sweetest bird that sings
Upon the blossom'd tree,
I'd fly from far on weary wings,
And warble aye to thee !
Were I the gentlest fragrant breeze '
That fills -the summer air,
I'd come across the golden seas,
And linger round thy hair !
Alas ! I'm but a minstrel boy.
Who sings his life away,
With not a note of hope or joy
In his sad roundelay !
Oh ! quicken thou my wasted strains
With thy dark flashing eye,
Or bid me seek far distant plains,
To sing, and fight, and die !

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