The dear boys of the Minstrel Band!
But now I must speak of the Prince of them all—
Who is that but our own gallant Dan!
Let every one mourn, for our Chieftain is gone—
Dan Bryant! the Minstrel and Man!
I hear his praises sounding, sounding.
In notes loud and clear through the land.
He lived and he died, both our glory and pride;
He was King of the Minstrel Band!
He was King! he was King!