Unique Word Count: 82
Seo dhíbh, a chairde, duan Ógláigh Caithréimeach 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 thíocht don ló Faoi chiúnas chaomh na hoíche ar seol Seo libh, canaigí Amhrán na bhFiann Curfá: Sinne fianna Fáil, atá faoi gheall ag Éirinn, Buíon dár slua thar toinn do ráinig chugainn, Faoi mhóid bheith saor seantír ár sinsear feasta Ní fhágfar faoin tíorán ná faoin tráill; Anocht a théam sa bhearna bhaoil, Le gean ar Ghaeil chun báis nó saoil, Le gunna-scréach faoi lámhach na bpiléar Seo libh canaigí’ Amhrán na bhFiann. Cois bánta réidhe, ar ardaibh sléibhe Ba bhuadhach ár sinsir romhainn Ag lámhach go tréan fén sárbhrat séin ’Tá thuas sa ghaoth go seolta Ba dhúchas riamh dár gcine cháidh Gan iompáil siar ó imirt áir ’S ag siúl mar iad i gcoinne námhad Seo libh, canaigí Amhrán na bhFiann Curfá A bhuíon nach fann d’fhuil Ghaeil is Gall Sin breacadh lae na saoirse Tá sceimhle ’s scanradh i gcroíthe námhad Roimh ranna laochra ár dtíre Ár dtinte is tréith gan spréach anois Sin luisne ghlé sa spéir anoir ’S an bíobha i raon na bpiléar agaibh Seo libh, canaigí Amhrán na bhFiann
-Liam Ó Rinn a d’aistrigh
The 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 Curfá: 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 Ireland, Shall shelter the despot or the slave. Tonight we man the bearna bhaoil, In Erin's cause, come woe or weal, 'Mid cannons' roar and rifles' peal, We'll sing a soldier's song. In valley green, or 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 Curfá Sons of the Gael! Men of the Pale! The long-watched day is breaking The serried ranks of Innisfail 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 Curfá And here where Eire's glories bide, Clann London fain would flourish; But Ulster-wide, whate'er betide, No pirate blood shall nourish; While flames the faith of Con and Owen, While Cave Hill guards the fame of Tone, From Gullion's Slopes to Inishowen We'll chant a soldier's Song.
Music composed by Patrick Heeney; original English lyrics by Peadar Kearney