Amhrán na bhFiann Seo dhibh a cháirde duan Oglaigh, Cathréimeach bríomhar ceolmhar, ár dtinte cnámh go buacach táid, 'S an spéir go mín réaltógach
Is fonnmhar faobhrach sinn chun gleo 'S go tiúnmhar glé roimh th¡ocht do'n ló Fa chiúnas chaomh na hoiche ar seol: Seo libh canaidh amhrán na bhFiann.
Curfá: Sinne Finna Fáil Atá fá gheall ag Éirinn, buion dár slua Thar túinn do ráinig chugainn, fámhórd bheith saor Sean tír ár sinsir feastá Ní fhagfar fá tíorá fán tráil Anocht a théam sa bhearna bhaoil, Le gean ar Ghaeil chun báis nó saoil guna screach fá l mhach na bpiléar Seo libh canaidh amhrán na bhFiann.
Cois bánta réidhe, ar árdaibh sléibhe, Ba bhuachach ár sinsir romhainn, Ag lámhach go tréan fé'n sár-bhrat séin Tá thuas sa ghaoith go seolta Ba dhúchas riamh d'ár gcine cháidh Gan iompáil siar ó imirt áir, 'S ag siúl mar iad i gcoinne námhad Seo libh, canaídh Amhrán na bhFiann
Curfá:
A bhuidhean nach fann d'fhuil Ghaeil is Gall, Sin breacadh lae na saoirse, Tá scéimhle 's scanradh i gcroidthe namhad, Roimh ranna laochra ár dtíre. ár dtinte is tréith gan spréach anois, Sin luisne ghlé san spéir anoir, 'S an b¡obha i raon na bpiléar agaibh: Seo libh, canaidh amhrán na bhFiann.
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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 camp fires 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: 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 sire land Shall shelter the despot or the slave. tonight we man the gap of danger 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 the 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.
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