Act One
Front Line
The Minstrel Boy To The War Has Gone,
In the Ranks Of Death You'll Find Him
His Father's Sword He Hath Girded On,
And His Wild Harp Slung Behind Him
"Land Of Song," Cried The Warrior Bard,
"Tho' All The World Betrays Thee,
One Sword, At Least, Thy Rights Shall Guard,
One Faithful Harp Shall Praise Thee!"