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]
AMHR�N NA bhFIANN
Seo dhibh, ach�irde duan �glaigh,
Cathr�imeach briomhar ceolmhar,
�r dtinte cn�mh go buacach t�id,
'S an sp�ir go min r�altogach,
Is fonnmhar faobhrachsinn chun gleo,
'S go ti�nmhar gl� roimh th�ocht do'n l�,
F� chi�naschaomh na hoiche ar seol:
Seo libh, cana�dh Amhr�n na bhFiann.
[CURF�]
Sinnne Fianna F�il at� f� gheall ag �irinn,
Buion d�r slua thar toinn do r�inig chugainn
F�mh�id bheith saor. Seant�r �r sinsir feasta
N� fhagfar f�'n tior�n n� f�'n tr�il.
Anocht a th�am sa bhearna bhaoil,
Le gean ar Ghaeil chun b�is n� saoil
Le guna screach f� l�mhach na bpil�ar,
Seo libh, cana�dh Amhr�n na bhFiann.
Cois b�nta r�idhe, ar �rdaibh sl�ibhe,
Ba bhuachach �r sinsir romhainn,
Ag l�mhach go tr�an f�'n s�r-bhrat s�in
T� thuas sa ghaoith go seolta.
Ba dh�chas riamh d'�r gcine ch�idh
Gan iomp�il siar � imirt �ir,
'S ag si�l mar iad i gcoinne n�mhad
Seo libh, cana�dh Amhr�n na bhFiann.
[CURF�]
A bhui�n n�ch fann d'fhuil Ghaeil is Gall,
Sin breacadh lae na saoirse,
Ta sc�imhle 's scanradh i gcro�the namhad,
Roimh ranna laochra �r dtire.
�r dtinte is tr�ith gan spr�ach anois,
Sin luisne ghl� san sp�ir anoir,
'S an b�obha i raon na bpil�ar agaibh:
Seo libh, cana�dh Amhr�n na bhFiann.
[CURF�]