Amhr�n na bhFiann

Seo dhibh a ch�irde duan �glaigh,
Cathr�imeach br�omhar ceolmhar,
�r dtinte cn�mh go buacach t�id,
'S an sp�ir go m�n r�alt�gach
Is fonnmhar faobhrach sinn chun gleo
'S go ti�nmhar gl� roimh thi/ocht do'n l�
F� chi�nas chaomh na hoiche ar seol:
'Seo libh canaidh Amhran na bhFiann

Curfa: Sinne Firnna F�il
A t� f� gheall ag �irinn,
buion d�r slua
Thar toinn do r�inig chugainn,
F� mh�id bheith saor.
Sean t�r �r sinsir feasta
N� fhagfar f�'n tior�n n� f�'n tr�il
Anocht a theam sa bhearna bhaoil,
Le gean ar Ghaeil chun bais no saoil
Le guna screach fe la/mhach na bpilear
Seo libh canaidh Amhran na bhFiann.

Cois banta reidhe, ar ardaibh sleibhe,
Ba bhuachach ar sinsir romhainn,
Ag lamhach go trean fe'n sar-bhrat sein
T� thuas sa ghaoith go seolta
Ba dhuchas riamh d'ar gcine chaidh
Gan iompail siar o imirt air,
'S ag siul mar iad i gcoinne namhad
Seo libh, canaidh Amhran na bhFiann

Curfa

A bhuion nach fann d'fhuil Ghaeil is Gall,
Sin breacadh lae na saoirse,
Ta sceimhle 's scanradh i gcroithe namhad,
Roimh ranna laochra ar dtire.
A/r dtinte is treith gan spreach anois,
Sin luisne ghle san speir anoir,
'S an biobha i raon na bpilear agaibh:
Seo libh, canaidh Amhran na bh Fiann.

Curfa/

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

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 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

Chorus