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Soldier's Song
Soldiers are we, whose lives
are pledged to Ireland Some have come from a land beyond the
wave, Some to be free, no more our ancient sireland
Shall shelter the despot or the slave; tonight we man the Bearna
Baoghal In Erin's cause. come woe or weal; 'Mid cannon's
roar and rifle's peal We'll chant a soldier's song.
We'll sing a song, a soldier's
song With cheering, rousing chorus As round our blazing
fires we thong, The starry heavens o'er us; Impatient for
the coming fight, And as we wait the mornings light here
in the silence of the night We'll sing a soldier's song
CHORUS
In valley green or towering crag
Our fathers fought before us, And conquered 'neath the same
old flag That's 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 sing a soldier's song
CHORUS
Sons of the Gael! Men of the Pale!
The Long watched day is breaking; The serried ranks of Innisfail
Shall set the tyrant quaking. Our camp fires now are burning
low; See in the east a silvery glow, Out yonder waits the
saxon foe, So sing a soldier's song.
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Amhán Na bhFiann
Sinne
Fianna Fáil, Atá Fá gheall ag Éirinn,
Buidhean dár sluagh tar rúinn do ráinig chughainn:
Fámhoídh bheírh saor, Sean-tír ár
sinnsear feasta Ní fágfar fá'n tíorán
ná fa'n tráil; Anocht a theigeamh sa bhearna baoghail,
Le gean ar Gaedhí chun báis nó saoghail,
Le gunna sgréach: Fá lamhach na piléar.
Seo Libh canaidh amhrán na bhFiann.
Seo dhibh a cháirde
duan oglaidh Caithréimeach, bríoghmhar, ceolmhar.
Ár dteinte cnámh go buacach táid, `S an
spéir go min réaltógach. Is fionmhar faobhrach
sinn chun gleo 'S go tiúnmhar glé roimh tigheacht
do'n ló, Fa ciúnas chaoimh na h-oidhche ar seol,
Seo libh, canaídh amhrán na bhFiann.
Cois banta réidhe,
ar árdaibh sléibhe. Ba bhuadhach ár rinnsear
romhainn, Ag lámhach go tréan fá'n sár-
bhrat séin Tá thuas sa ghaoith go seolta;
Ba dhúthchas riamh d'ár gcine cháidh Gan
iompáil riar ó imirt áir, 'Siubhal mar
iad i gcoinnibh rámhaid Seo libh, canaidh amhrán
na bhFiann.
A buidhean nach fann
d'fuil Ghaoidheal is Gall Sinn breacadh lae na saoirse,
Tá sgéimhle 's sgannradh í gcroidhthibh namhad,
Roimh ranngaibh laochra ár dtíre; Ár dteinte
is tréith gan spréach anois, Sin luinne ghlé
san spéir anoir, 'S an bíodhbha i raon na bpiléar
agaibh: Seo libh, canaidh amhrán na bhFiann. |