Hymn
We'll sing a song, a soldier's song,
With cheering, rousing chorus,
As round our blazing fires we thong,
The starry heavens o'er us;
Impatient for the coming fight,
And as we wait the mornings light,
Here in the silence of the night,
We'll sing 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 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 rifle's peal,
We'll chant a soldier's song.
In valley green or towering crag,
Our fathers fought before us,
And conquered 'neath the same old flag,
That's 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 sing a soldier's song
Chorus
Sons of the 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 silvery glow,
Out yonder waits the saxon foe,
So sing a soldier's song.
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