| Amhrán na bhFiann
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A Soldier’s Song
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| Seo dhíbh, a chairde, duan Ógláigh
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We’ll sing a song, a soldier’s song
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| Caithréimeach bríomhar ceolmhar
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With cheering rousing chorus
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| Ár dtinte cnámh go buacach táid
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As round our blazing fires we throng
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| ’S an spéir go mín réaltógach
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The starry heavens o’er us
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| Is fonnmhar faobhrach sinn chun gleo
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Impatient for the coming fight
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| ’S go tiúnmhar glé roimh thíocht don ló
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And as we await the morning’s light
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| Fé chiúnas chaomh na hoíche ar seol
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Here in the silence of the night
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| Seo libh, canaídh Amhrán na bhFiann
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We’ll chant a soldier’s song
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| Sinne Fianna Fáil...
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Soldiers are we...
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| Cois bánta réidhe, ar ardaibh sléibhe
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In valley green, on towering crag
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| Ba bhuadhach ár sinsir romhainn
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Our fathers fought before us
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| Ag lámhach go tréan fén sárbhrat séin
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And conquered ’neath the same old flag
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| ’Tá thuas sa ghaoth go seolta
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That’s proudly floating o’er us
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| Ba dhúchas riamh dár gcine cháidh
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We’re children of a fighting race
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| Gan iompáil siar ó imirt áir
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That never yet has known disgrace
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| ’S ag siúl mar iad i gcoinne námhad
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And as we march, the foe to face
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| Seo libh, canaídh Amhrán na bhFiann
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We’ll chant a soldier’s song
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| Sinne Fianna Fáil...
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Soldiers are we...
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| A bhuíon nach fann d’fhuil Ghaeil is Gall
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Sons of the Gael! Men of the Pale!
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| Sin breacadh lae na saoirse
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The long-watched day is breaking
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| Tá sceimhle ’s scanradh i gcroíthe námhad
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The serried ranks of Inisfail
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| Roimh ranna laochra ár dtíre
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Shall set the tyrant quaking
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| Ár dtinte is tréith gan spréach anois
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Our camp fires now are burning low
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| Sin luisne ghlé sa spéir anoir
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See in the east a silv’ry glow
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| ’S an bíobha i raon na bpiléar agaibh
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Out yonder waits the Saxon foe
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| Seo libh, canaídh Amhrán na bhFiann
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So chant a soldier’s song
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| Sinne Fianna Fáil...
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Soldiers are we...
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