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
Chorus
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.
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 Chorus 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. Explain Request ×
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