And the pride of the Minstrel Band!
Brave Unsworth, he stood like a Minstrel so true!
’Till defeated at last by grim death;
And Budworth, alas! broke his old banjo string,
Which he loved ’till he parted with breath,
I hear their dirge now sounding, sounding,
In notes loud and clear through the land,
They lived and they died with the boys that they loved,
The dear boys of the Minstrel Band!
The dear boys! the dear boys!