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"Amhrán na bhFiann", known as "The Soldier's Song" in English, is the national anthem of Ireland, adopted in 1926. There is both an Irish version and an English version of the song; the English lyrics were written by Peadar Ó Cearnaigh in 1907, and the Irish lyrics were written by Liam Ó Rinn in 1923. It was composed by Peadar Ó Cearnaigh and Patrick Heeney in 1907.[1]

Lyrics[]

National_Anthem_of_Ireland-_Amhrán_Na_bhFiann_-English-Irish_Bilingual-

National Anthem of Ireland- Amhrán Na bhFiann -English-Irish Bilingual-

Only the chorus is officially part of the anthem.[1][2]

Irish Gaelic Irish IPA transcription English version

Seo dhíbh, a chairde, duan Ógláigh
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
Fé chiúnas chaomh na hoíche ar seol
Seo libh, canaídh Amhrán na bhFiann.

Curfá:
Sinne Fianna Fáil,
atá faoi gheall ag Éirinn,
Buíon dár slua
thar toinn do ráinig chugainn,
Faoi mhóid bheith saor
Seantír ár sinsear feasta,
Ní fhágfar faoin tíorán ná faoin tráill.
Anocht a théam sa bhearna bhaoil,
Le gean ar Ghaeil, chun báis nó saoil,
Le gunna-scréach faoi lámhach na bpiléar,
Seo libh canaig' amhrán na bhFiann.

Cois bánta réidhe, ar ardaibh sléibhe
Ba bhuadhach ár sinsir romhainn
Ag lámhach go tréan fén 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 námhad
Seo libh, canaídh Amhrán na bhFiann

Curfá

A bhuíon nach fann d'fhuil Ghaeil is Gall
Sin breacadh lae na saoirse
Tá sceimhle 's scanradh i gcroíthe námhad
Roimh ranna laochra ár dtíre
Ár dtinte is tréith gan spréach anois
Sin luisne ghlé sa spéir anoir
'S an bíobha i raon na bpiléar agaibh
Seo libh, canaídh Amhrán na bhFiann

Curfá[3]

[ʃɔ ʝiːvʲ ǀ ə xɑːɾˠdʲə ǀ dˠuənˠ oːglˠɑːɣ]
[kɑːhɾʲeːmʲɑːx bʲɾʲiːw̃əɾˠ coːlˠw̃əɾˠ]
[ɑːɾˠ dʲinʲtʲə knˠɑːw̃ gə bˠuəkɑːx tˠɑːdʲ]
[ʔsˠ ənˠ ʃpʲeːɾʲ gə mʲiːnʲ ɾʲeːlˠtˠoːgəx]
[iʃ fˠɔnˠw̃ɑːɾˠ fˠiːwɾˠəx ʃinʲ xʊnˠ ɟlʲoː]
[ʔsˠ gə tʲuːnˠw̃əɾˠ ɟlʲeː ɾˠɪṽʲ hiːxtˠ dˠɔnˠ lˠoː]
[fʲeː çuːnˠəsˠ xiːw̃ nˠə hiːçə əɾˠ ʃoːlˠ]
[ʃɔ lʲivʲ kənˠiːʝ əũɾˠɑːnˠ nˠə vʲfʲiːənˠ]

[kʊɾˠfˠɑː]
[ʃɪnʲə fʲiənˠə fˠɑːlʲ]
[ətˠɑː fˠiː ʝəulˠ əg eːɾʲənʲ]
[bˠiːnˠ dˠɑːɾˠ sˠlˠuə]
[hɑːɾˠ tˠiːnʲ dˠə ɾˠɑːnʲəɟ xʊgɪnʲ]
[fˠiː vˠoːdʲ vʲɛh sˠiːɾˠ]
[ʃənˠtʲiːɾʲ ɑːɾˠ ʃiːnʲʃɑːɾˠ fʲɑːsˠtˠə]
[nʲiː ɑːgfˠəɾˠ fˠiːnʲ tʲiːɾˠɑːnˠ nˠɑː fˠiːnʲ t͡ˠrɑːlʲ]
[ənˠɔxtˠ ə heːmˠ sˠə vʲɑːɾˠnˠə bˠeːlʲ]
[lʲɛ ɟaːnˠ əɾˠ ɣeːlʲ xʊnˠ bˠɑːʃ nˠoː sˠeːlʲ]
[lʲɛ gʊnˠə ʃcɾʲeːx fˠiː lˠɑːvˠəx nˠə bʲlʲeːɾˠ]
[ʃɔ lʲɪvʲ kanˠɪʝ əuɾˠɑːnˠ nˠə vʲiənˠ]

[kɔʃ bˠɑːnˠtˠə ɾʲeːʝə əɾˠ əɾˠdˠɑːw ʃlʲeːvʲə]
[bˠə wuəɣɑːx ɑːɾˠ ʃinʲʃiɾʲ ɾʲʊw̃ɑːnʲ]
[əg lˠɑːw̃əx gə t͡rʲeːnˠ fʲeːnʲ sˠɑːɾˠwɾˠətˠ ʃeːnʲ]
[ʔtˠɑː huəsˠ sˠə ɣiːh gə ʃoːlˠtˠə]
[bˠə ɣuːxəsˠ ɾʲiəw̃ dˠɑːɾˠ ɟinʲə xɑːʝ]
[gənˠ ʊmˠpˠɑːlʲ ʃiəɾˠ oː imʲiɾʲtʲ ɑːɾʲ]
[ʔsˠ əg ʃuːlˠ məɾˠ iədˠ i giːnʲə nˠɑːw̃ədˠ]
[ʃɔ lʲivʲ kənˠiːʝ əũɾˠɑːnˠ nˠə vʲfʲiːənˠ]

[kʊɾˠfˠɑː]

[ə wiːnˠ nˠəx fˠənˠ d̩ˠʔᵝiːlʲ ɣeːlʲ iʃ gəlˠ]
[ʃinʲ bʲɾʲɑːkəɣ lˠeː nˠə sˠiːɾʲʃə]
[tˠɑː ʃcɪṽʲlʲə ʔsˠ sˠkɑnˠɾˠɑɣ i gɾˠiːhə nɑːw̃ədˠ]
[ɾˠɪṽʲ ɾˠənˠə lˠiːxɾˠə ɑːɾˠ dʲiːɾʲə]
[ɑːɾˠ dʲinʲtʲə iʃ t͡rʲeːh gənˠ ʃpʲɾʲeːx ənˠɔʃ]
[ʃinʲ lˠɪʃnʲə ʝlʲeː sˠə ʃpʲeːɾʲ ənˠɔʃ]
[ʔsˠ ənˠ bʲiːwə i ɾˠiːnˠ nˠə bʲilʲeːrˠ əgɑːvʲ]
[ʃɔ lʲivʲ kənˠiːʝ əũɾˠɑːnˠ nˠə vʲfʲiːənˠ]

[kʊɾˠfˠɑː]

We'll sing a song, a soldier's song
With cheering, rousing chorus
As round our blazing fires we throng
The starry heavens over 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

Chorus:
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 bhaoil",
In Erin's cause, come woe or weal,
'Mid cannons' roar and rifles' 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 proudly floating over 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 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 chant a soldier's song

Chorus[3]

References[]

  1. 1.0 1.1 National Anthem. Department of the Taoiseach "Youth Zone" web page.
  2. National Anthem (sheet music). Department of Foreign Affairs.
  3. 3.0 3.1 Misc. - Irish Lyrics. Shamrock.ra.
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