Amhran an bhfiann

"Amhrán na bhFiann" (trans "A Soldier's Song") is the national anthem of the Republic of Ireland. With lyrics by Peadar Kearney and music by Kearney and Patrick Heeney it was first published in Irish Freedom in 1912 (though it was composed in 1907). The song was relatively unknown until it was sung at the General Post Office (GPO) during the Easter Rising of 1916, and afterwards in British internment camps. The song became the anthem in 1926 when it replaced God Save Ireland. A shortened version (comprising the chorus) is usually sung at state events.

A MIDI file is at http://www.ireland-information.com/downloads/midi/amhrannabhfiann.mid

 Chorus:

 Seo dhibh a cháirde duan Oglaigh,
 Cathréimeach briomhar ceolmhar,
 Ár dtinte cnámh go buacach táid,
 'S an spéir go min réaltogach
 Is fonnmhar faobhrach sinn chun gleo
 'S go tiúnmhar glé roimh thíocht do'n ló
 Fé chiúnas chaomh na hoiche ar seol:
 Seo libh canaídh Amhrán na bhFiann.

 Sinne Fianna Fáil
 A tá fé gheall ag Éirinn,
 buion dár slua
 Thar toinn do ráinig chugainn,
 Fé mhóid bheith saor.
 Sean tír ár sinsir feasta
 Ní fhagfar fé'n tiorán ná fé'n tráil
 Anocht a théam sa bhearna bhaoil,
 Le gean ar Ghaeil chun báis nó saoil
 Le guna screach fé lámhach na bpiléar
 Seo libh canaídh Amhrán na bhFiann.

 Cois bánta réidhe, ar árdaibh sléibhe,
 Ba bhuachach ár sinsir romhainn,
 Ag lámhach go tréan fé'n sár-bhrat séin
 Tá thuas sa ghaoith go seolta
 Ba dhúchas riamh d'ár gcine cháidh
 Gan iompáil siar ó imirt áir,
 'S ag siúl mar iad i gcoinne námhad
 Seo libh, canaídh Amhrán na bhFiann.

 Chorus

 A bhuíon nách fann d'fhuil Ghaeil is Gall,
 Sin breacadh lae na saoirse,
 Ta scéimhle 's scanradh i gcroíthe namhad,
 Roimh ranna laochra ár dtire.
 Ár dtinte is tréith gan spréach anois,
 Sin luisne ghlé san spéir anoir,
 'S an bíobha i raon na bpiléar agaibh:
 Seo libh, canaídh Amhrán na bhFiann.

 Chorus

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 Chorus:

 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 soldier's song. 

 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. 

 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 

 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