As Gaeilge:
Amhrán na bhFiann
Seo dhibh a cháirde duan Óglaigh,
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 thi/ocht do'n ló
Fé chiúnas chaomh na hoiche ar seol:
'Seo
libh canai/dh Amhra/n na bhFiann
Curfa/: Sinne Firnna Fáil
A tá fé gheall ag Éirinn,
buion dár
slua
Thar toinn do ráinig chugainn,
Fé mhóid bheith saor.
Sean
tír ár sinsir feasta
Ní fhagfar fé'n tiorán ná fé'n tráil
Anocht a
the/am sa bhearna bhaoil,
Le gean ar Ghaeil chun ba/is no/ saoil
Le
guna screach fe/ la/mhach na bpile/ar
Seo libh canai/dh Amhra/n na
bhFiann.
Cois ba/nta re/idhe, ar a/rdaibh sle/ibhe,
Ba bhuachach a/r
sinsir romhainn,
Ag la/mhach go tre/an fe/'n sa/r-bhrat se/in
Ta/
thuas sa ghaoith go seolta
Ba dhu/chas riamh d'a/r gcine cha/idh
Gan
iompa/il siar o/ imirt a/ir,
'S ag siu/l mar iad i gcoinne
na/mhad
Seo libh, canai/dh Amhra/n na bhFiann
Curfa/
A bhui/on na/ch fann d'fhuil Ghaeil is Gall,
Sin breacadh lae na
saoirse,
Ta sce/imhle 's scanradh i gcroi/the namhad,
Roimh ranna
laochra a/r dtire.
A/r dtinte is tre/ith gan spre/ach anois,
Sin
luisne ghle/ san spe/ir anoir,
'S an bi/obha i raon na bpile/ar
agaibh:
Seo libh, canai/dh Amhra/n na bh Fiann.
Curfa/ |
English translation:
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 |
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