The Warrior-Bard to the war is gone, In the ranks of death you'll find him; His father's sword he has girded on. And his wild harp slung behind him. "Geoff Land!" said the warrior-bard "Though all your guards are fallen. One sword, at least, shall fight for you, One voice will call out your name!" Young Cian fell, but the giant's chain Could not drag his spirit under; The harp he lov'd ne'er spoke again, For he tore its chords asunder. Cian cried, "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!" (Taken from 'The Minstral Boy' with minor alterations).