soldiers song

THE SOLDIER'S SONG

We'll sing a song, a soldier's song,
With cheering, rousing chorus,
As round our blazing fires we throng,
The starry heavens o'er us;
Impatient for the coming fight,
And as we wait the morning's light,
Here in the silence of the night
We'll chant a soldier's song.

CHORUS:
Soldiers are we, whose lives are pledged to Ireland;
Some have come from a land beyond the wave.
Sworn to be free, no more our ancient sireland
Shall shelter the despot or the slave.
Tonight we man the 'bhearna bhaoil',
In Erin's cause, come woe or weal;
'Mid cannons' roar and rifles' peal
We'll chant a soldier's song.

In valley green, on towering crag,
Our fathers fought before us,
And conquered 'neath that same old flag
That's proudly floating o'er us.
We're children of a fighting race
That never yet has known disgrace,
And as we march, the foe to face,
We'll chant a soldier's song.

[CHORUS]

Sons of the Gael! Men of the Pale!
The long-watched day is breaking;
The serried ranks of Inisfail
Shall set the Tyrant quaking.
Our campfires now are burning low;
See in the east a silv'ry glow--
Out yonder waits the Saxon foe,
So chant a soldier's song!
[CHORUS]



AMHRN NA bhFIANN

Seo dhibh, achirde duan glaigh,
Cathrimeach briomhar ceolmhar,
r dtinte cnmh go buacach tid,
'S an spir go min raltogach,
Is fonnmhar faobhrachsinn chun gleo,
'S go tinmhar gl roimh thocht do'n l,
F chinaschaomh na hoiche ar seol:
Seo libh, canadh Amhrn na bhFiann.

[CURF]
Sinnne Fianna Fil at f gheall ag irinn,
Buion dr slua thar toinn do rinig chugainn
Fmhid bheith saor. Seantr r sinsir feasta
N fhagfar f'n tiorn n f'n tril.
Anocht a tham sa bhearna bhaoil,
Le gean ar Ghaeil chun bis n saoil
Le guna screach f lmhach na bpilar,
Seo libh, canadh Amhrn na bhFiann.

Cois bnta ridhe, ar rdaibh slibhe,
Ba bhuachach r sinsir romhainn,
Ag lmhach go tran f'n sr-bhrat sin
T thuas sa ghaoith go seolta.
Ba dhchas riamh d'r gcine chidh
Gan iompil siar imirt ir,
'S ag sil mar iad i gcoinne nmhad
Seo libh, canadh Amhrn na bhFiann.

[CURF]

A bhuin nch fann d'fhuil Ghaeil is Gall,
Sin breacadh lae na saoirse,
Ta scimhle 's scanradh i gcrothe namhad,
Roimh ranna laochra r dtire.
r dtinte is trith gan sprach anois,
Sin luisne ghl san spir anoir,
'S an bobha i raon na bpilar agaibh:
Seo libh, canadh Amhrn na bhFiann.
[CURF]
 

 


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