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; "
Превод: Разнатовиц Цеца и. Минстрел Бои.
The minstrel boy to the war has 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.