The Irish National Anthem

Amhrán na bhFiann A Soldier's Song

Sinne Fianna Fáil, Soldiers are we,
Atá fá gheall ag Éirinn, whose lives are pledged to Ireland
Buidhean dár sluagh tar rúinn do ráinig Some have come from a land beyond the wave,
chughainn: Sworn to be free,
Fámho'dh bhe'rh saor, no more our ancient sireland
Sean-t'r ár sinnsear feasta Shall shelter the despot or the slave;
N' fágfar fá'n t'orán ná fa'n tráil; tonight we man the Bearna Baoghal
Anocht a theigeamh sa bhearna baoghail, In Erin's cause.
Le gean ar Gaedh' chun báis nó saoghail, come woe or weal;
Le gunna sgréach: Fá lamhach na piléar. ‘Mid cannon's roar and rifle's peal
Seo Libh canaidh amhrán na bhFiann. We'll chant a soldier's song.

Seo dhibh a cháirde duan oglaidh We'll sing a song, a soldier's song
Caithréimeach, br'oghmhar, ceolmhar. With cheering, rousing chorus
ár dteinte cnámh go buacach táid, As round our blazing fires we throng,
`S an spéir go min réaltógach. The starry heavens o'er us;
Is fionmhar faobhrach sinn chun gleo Impatient for the coming fight,
‘S go tiúnmhar glé roimh tigheacht do'n ló, And as we wait the mornings light
Fa ciúnas chaoimh na h-oidhche ar seol, here in the silence of the night
Seo libh, cana'dh amhrán na bhFiann. We'll chant a soldier's song.

Cois banta réidhe, ar árdaibh sléibhe. In valley green or towering crag
Ba bhuadhach ár rinnsear romhainn, Our fathers fought before us,
Ag lámhach go tréan fá'n sár- bhrat séin And conquered ‘neath the same old flag
Tá thuas sa ghaoith go seolta; That's floating o'er us,
Ba dhúthchas riamh d'ár gcine cháidh We're children of a fighting race
Gan iompáil riar ó imirt áir, That never yet has known disgrace,
‘Siubhal mar iad i gcoinnibh rámhaid And as we march the foe to face,
Seo libh, canaidh amhrán na bhFiann. We'll chant a soldier's song.

A buidhean nach fann d'fuil Ghaoidheal is Gall Sons of the Gael! Men of the Pale!
Sinn breacadh lae na saoirse, The Long watched day is breaking;
Tá sgéimhle ‘s sgannradh ‘ gcroidhthibh namhad, The serried ranks of Innisfail
Roimh ranngaibh laochra ár dt're; Shall set the tyrant quaking.
ár dteinte is tréith gan spréach anois, Our camp fires now are burning low;
Sin luinne ghlé san spéir anoir, See in the east a silvery glow,
‘S an b'odhbha i raon na bpiléar agaibh: Out yonder waits the saxon foe,
Seo libh, canaidh amhrán na bhFiann. So chant a soldier's song.