Amhrán na bhFiann

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