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Irish National Anthem (In Irish & English)

Amhrán na bhFiann Soldier's Song
Seo dhibh a cháirde duan Óglaigh, We'll sing song, a soldier's song,
Cathréimeach briomhar ceolmhar, With cheering rousing chorus,
Ár dtinte cnámh go buacach táid, As round our blazing fires we throng,
'S an spéir go min réaltogach The starry heavens o'er us;
Is fonnmhar faobhrach sinn chun gleo Impatient for the coming fight,
'S go tiúnmhar glé roimh thíocht do'n ló And as we wait the morning's light,
Fé chiúnas chaomh na hoiche ar seol: Here in the silence of the night,
Seo libh canaídh Amhrán na bhFiann. We'll chant a soldier's song.

Curfá: Chorus:
Sinne Fianna Fáil Soldiers are we
A tá fé gheall ag Éirinn, whose lives are pledged to Ireland;
buion dár slua Some have come
Thar toinn do ráinig chugainn, from a land beyond the wave.
Fé mhóid bheith saor. Sworn to be free,
Sean tír ár sinsir feasta No more our ancient sire land
Ní fhagfar fé'n tiorán ná fe'/n tráil Shall shelter the despot or the slave.
Anocht a théam sa bhearna bhaoil, Tonight we man the bearna bhaoil,
Le gean ar Ghaeil chun báis nó saoil In Erin's cause, come woe or weal
Le guna screach fé lámhach na bpiléar 'Mid cannons' roar and rifles peal,
Seo libh canaídh Amhrán na bhFiann. We'll chant a soldier's song.

Cois bánta réidhe, ar árdaibh sléibhe, In valley green, on towering crag,
Ba bhuachach ár sinsir romhainn, Our fathers fought before us,
Ag lámhach go tréan fé'n sár-bhrat séin And conquered 'neath the same old flag
Tá thuas sa ghaoith go seolta That's proudly floating o'er us.
Ba dhúchas riamh d'ár gcine cháidh We're children of a fighting race,
Gan iompáil siar ó imirt áir, That never yet has known disgrace,
'S ag siúl mar iad i gcoinne námhad And as we march, the foe to face,
Seo libh, canaídh Amhrán na bhFiann. We'll chant a soldier's song.

Curfá: Chorus:

A bhuíon nách fann d'fhuil Ghaeil is Gall, Sons of the Gael! Men of the Pale!
Sin breacadh lae na saoirse, The long watched day is breaking;
Ta scéimhle 's scanradh i gcroíthe namhad, The serried ranks of Inisfail
Roimh ranna laochra ár dtire. Shall set the Tyrant quaking.
Ár dtinte is tréith gan spréach anois, Our camp fires now are burning low;
Sin luisne ghlé san spéir anoir, See in the east a silv'ry glow,
'S an bíobha i raon na bpiléar agaibh: Out yonder waits the Saxon foe,
Seo libh, canaídh Amhrán na bhFiann. So chant a soldier's song.

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