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- Seo díbh a chairde duan óglaigh,
- Caithréimeach bríomhar ceolmhar,
- Ár dtinte cnámh go buacach táid,
- 'S an spéir go mín réaltógach
- Is fonnmhar faobhrach sinn chun gleo
- 'S go tiúnmhar glé roimh thíocht don ló
- Faoi chiúnas chaomh na hoíche ar seol:
- Seo libh canaigí Amhrán na bhFiann.
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- Sinne Fianna Fáil
- Atá faoi gheall ag Éirinn,
- Buíon dár slua
- Thar toinn do ráinig chugainn.
- Faoi mhóid bheith saor,
- Seantír ár sinsir feasta
- Ní fhágfar faoin tíorán ná faoin tráil
- Anocht a théim sa bhearna baoil,
- Le gean ar Ghaeil chun báis nó saoil
- Le gunnascréach faoi lámhach na bpiléar
- Seo libh canaigí Amhrán na bhFiann.
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- Cois bánta réidh, ar arda sléibhe,
- Ba bhuach ár sinsir romhainn,
- Ag lámhach go tréan faoin sárbhrat séin
- Tá thuas sa ghaoth go seolta
- Ba dhúchas riamh dár gcine cháidh
- Gan iompáil siar ó imirt áir,
- 'S ag siúl mar iad i gcoinne namhad
- Seo libh, canaigí Amhrán na bhFiann.
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- A bhuíon nach fann d'fhuil Ghaeil is Gall,
- Sin breacadh lae na saoirse,
- Ta sceimhle 's scanradh i gcroithe namhad,
- Roimh ranna laochra ár dtíre.
- Ár dtinte is tréith gan spréach anois,
- Sin luisne ghlé san spéir anoir,
- 'S an bíobha i raon na bpiléar agaibh:
- Seo libh, canaigí Amhrán na bhFiann.
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- 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.
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- 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 "bearna baoil",
- In Erin's cause, come woe or weal,
- 'Mid cannons' roar and rifles peal,
- We'll chant a soldier's song.
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- 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.
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- 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!
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- 我们来唱一首歌，一首战士之歌，
- 带着欢乐的叠唱，
- 我们靠拢在火堆旁，
- 星星在头顶上闪烁。
- 焦急地等待未来的战斗
- 正在我们等待清晨的光亮时，
- 在这寂静的夜晚，
- 我们来合唱一首战士之歌。
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- 我们战士，
- 把生命献给爱尔兰，
- 我们中的一些人，
- 来自海洋彼岸。
- 发誓争取自由，
- 我们的古老国度，
- 不会庇护暴君或奴隶。
- 今晚我们在紧要关头，
- 为爱尔兰不顾一切，
- 在大炮的吼声和枪声之间，
- 我们将歌颂战士之歌。
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- 在绿色的山谷中，在高耸的峭壁上，
- 我们的祖先在我们之前战斗，
- 在同一面旧旗下征服，
- 它骄傲地漂浮在我们的上空。
- 我们是战斗民族的孩子，
- 从未有过耻辱，
- 当我们前进，面对敌人时，
- 我们来合唱一首战士之歌。
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- 盖尔之子！帕莱之人！
- 期待已久的一天正在破晓；
- 伊尼斯费尔的排列整齐的队伍
- 将让暴君颤抖。
- 我们的营火现在正在燃烧；
- 在东方看到银色的光芒，
- 在外面等待撒克逊人的敌人，
- 我们来合唱一首战士之歌！
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