Amhr�n na bhFiann

Seo dhibh a ch�irde duan �glaigh, Cathr�imeach briomhar ceolmhar, �r dtinte cn�mh go buacach t�id, 'S an sp�ir go min r�altogach Is fonnmhar faobhrach sinn chun gleo 'S go ti�nmhar gl� roimh th�ocht do'n l� F� chi�nas chaomh na hoiche ar seol: Seo libh cana�dh Amhr�n na bhFiann Curf�: 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 th�am sa bhearna bhaoil, Le gean ar Ghaeil chun b�is n� saoil Le guna screach f� l�mhach na bpil�ar Seo libh cana�dh Amhr�n na bhFiann. 2. Cois b�nta r�idhe, ar �rdaibh sl�ibhe, Ba bhuachach �r sinsir romhainn, Ag l�mhach go tr�an f�'n s�r-bhrat s�in T� thuas sa ghaoith go seolta Ba dh�chas riamh d'�r gcine ch�idh Gan iomp�il siar � imirt �ir, 'S ag si�l mar iad i gcoinne n�mhad Seo libh, cana�dh Amhr�n na bhFiann Curf�: 3. A bhu�on n�ch fann d'fhuil Ghaeil is Gall, Sin breacadh lae na saoirse, T� sc�imhle 's scanradh i gcro�the namhad, Roimh ranna laochra �r dtire. �r dtinte is tr�ith gan spr�ach anois, Sin luisne ghl� san sp�ir anoir, 'S an b�obha i raon na bpil�ar agaibh: Seo libh, cana�dh Amhr�n na bh Fiann. Curf�:

We'll sing 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. 2. 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: 3. 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: