A Soldiers Song Lyrics - Singles - The National Anthem Of The Republic Ireland

Gaelic 

Amhrn na bhFiann 

Seo dhibh a chirde duan glaigh, 

Cathrimeach briomhar ceolmhar, 

r dtinte cnmh go buacach tid, 

'S an spir go min raltogach 

Is fonnmhar faobhrach sinn chun gleo 

'S go tinmhar gl roimh thocht do'n l 

F chinas chaomh na hoiche ar seol: 

Seo libh canadh Amhrn na bhFiann 

Curf: 

Sinne Firnna Fil 

A t f gheall ag irinn, 

buion dr slua 

Thar toinn do rinig chugainn, 

F mhid bheith saor. 

Sean tr r sinsir feasta 

N fhagfar f'n tiorn n fn 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 

English 

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. 

Chorus 

Sons of the Gale! Men of the Pale! 

The long wathed day is breaking; 

The serried ranks of inisfail 

shall set the Tryant quacking 

Our campfires now are burning low 

See in the silv'ry glow 

Out yonder waits the saxon foe 

we'll chant a soldiers song 

Chorus