The Soldier's song

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Amhrn na bh Fiann

The Soldier's song

Seo dhibh a chirde duan glaigh, We'll sing a song, a soldier's song,
Cathrimeach bromhar ceolmhar, With cheering rousing chorus,
r dtinte cnmh go buacach tid, As round our blazing fires we throng,
'S an spir go mn raltgach The starry heavens o'er us;
Is fonnmhar faobhrach sinn chun gleo Impatient for the coming fight,
'S go tinmhar gl roimh thi/ocht do'n l And as we wait the morning's light,
F chinas chaomh na hoiche ar seol: Here in the silence of the night, 
'Seo libh canai/dh Amhra/n na bhFiann
We'll chant a soldier's song.
[Curfa] [Chorus]
Sinne Firnna Fil Soldiers are we
A t f gheall ag irinn, whose lives are pledged to Ireland;
buion dr slua Some have come
Thar toinn do rinig chugainn, from a land beyond the wave.
F mhid bheith saor. Sworn to be free,
Sean tr r sinsir feasta
No more our ancient sire land
N fhagfar f'n tiorn n f'n tril Shall shelter the despot or the slave.
Anocht a the/am sa bhearna bhaoil, Tonight we man the gap of danger
Le gean ar Ghaeil chun ba/is no/ saoil In Erin's cause, come woe or weal
Le guna screach fe/ la/mhach na bpile/ar 'Mid cannons' roar and rifles peal,
Seo libh canai/dh Amhra/n na bhFiann. We'll chant a soldier's song
Cois ba/nta re/idhe, ar a/rdaibh sle/ibhe, In valley green, on towering crag,
Ba bhuachach a/r sinsir romhainn, Our fathers fought before us,
Ag la/mhach go tre/an fe/'n sa/r-bhrat se/in And conquered 'neath the same old flag
Ta/ thuas sa ghaoith go seolta That's proudly floating o'er us.
Ba dhu/chas riamh d'a/r gcine cha/idh We're children of a fighting race,
Gan iompa/il siar o/ imirt a/ir, That never yet has known disgrace,
'S ag siu/l mar iad i gcoinne na/mhad And as we march, the foe to face,
Seo libh, canai/dh Amhra/n na bhFiann We'll chant a soldier's song
[Curfa] [Chorus]

A bhui/on na/ch fann d'fhuil Ghaeil is Gall,
Sons of the Gael! Men of the Pale!
Sin breacadh lae na saoirse, The long watched day is breaking;
Ta sce/imhle 's scanradh i gcroi/the namhad, The serried ranks of Inisfail
Roimh ranna laochra a/r dtire. Shall set the Tyrant quaking.
A/r dtinte is tre/ith gan spre/ach anois, Our camp fires now are burning low;
Sin luisne ghle/ san spe/ir anoir, See in the east a silv'ry glow,
'S an bi/obha i raon na bpile/ar agaibh: Out yonder waits the Saxon foe,
Seo libh, canai/dh Amhra/n na bh Fiann.
So chant a soldier's song.

 

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