戰士之歌

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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.

副歌

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.

副歌

3

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.}-

副歌

　

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 "bearna baoil",

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.

　

　

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!

　

　

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。

　

我們戰士，

把生命獻給愛爾蘭，

我们中的一些人，

来自海洋彼岸。

發誓争取自由，

我們的古老國度，

不會庇護暴君或奴隸。

今晚我們在紧要关头，

為愛爾蘭不顧一切，

在大砲的吼聲和槍聲之間，

我們將歌頌戰士之歌。