in the ranks of death you'll find him.
His father's sword he has girded on,
his wild harp slung behind him.
'Land of Song!' cried the warrior bard,
'though all the world betrays thee!'
'one sword, at least, they right shall guard,
one faithful harp shall praise thee!'
The minstrel fell but the foeman's chain
couldnt bring his proud soul under.
The harp he loved never spoke again
for he tore its strings asunder.
And said, ' no chains shall sulley thee,
thou soul of love and bravery!
'Thy songs were made for the pure and free,
they will never dwell in slavery!'
The name sake for the site. sort of. This gives me a chance to explain and post some sketches Ive been wanting to post for a while.
The song above is beautiful and the first time I heard it, it started the seeds for this story idea that Ive been playing with and have provided a few sketches of.
Here is a lovely version of the song sung by Paul Robeson: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I8jlCedM-cE
The song, if im not mistaken, is an irish folk song telling of a young soldier who tirelessly fights for freedom and makes a great sacrifice. The song is commonly sung at police and fireman funerals, again, if im not mistaken.
Though I dont think it has any overtly Christian connection, the minute I heard it, it reminded me of comparisons the Bible uses between a soldier and a Christian. The image of a gangley boy in in tattered armor began to appear. The song always makes me think of him.
original (i think) sketch of 'the Minstrel Boy'
with his 'harp'