VERSE 1 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 soldiers song.
REFRAIN Soldiers are we, Whose lives are pladged to Ireland Some have come from a land beyond the wave Sworn to be free, No more or ancient sireland Shall shelter the despot or the slave; Tonight we man the bearna baoghal In Erin's cause, come woe or weal; 'Mid cannon's roar and rifles peal We'll chant a soldier's song
VERSE 2 In valley green or towering crag Our farthers fought before us, And conqured 'neath the same old flag That's proudly floating o'er us, We're childern 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
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VERSE 3 Sons of 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 a Saxon foe, So chant a soldier's song.
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REFRAIN Soldiers are we, Whose lives are pladged to Ireland Some have come from a land beyond the wave Sworn to be free, No more or ancient sireland Shall shelter the despot or the slave; Tonight we man the bearna baoghal In Erin's cause, come woe or weal; 'Mid cannon's roar and rifles peal We'll chant a soldier's song
VERSE 2 In valley green or towering crag Our farthers fought before us, And conqured 'neath the same old flag That's proudly floating o'er us, We're childern 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
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VERSE 3 Sons of 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 a Saxon foe, So chant a soldier's song.
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