Irish national anthem lyrics 

National anthem is the pride and dignity of every nation when i can be sing every person sing it with full zeal and zest now am writing here the the Irish national anthem lyrics in Irish and English and i hope you will like it .

 

Gaelic

Amhrn na bhFiann
Seo dhibh a chirde duan glaigh,
Cathrimeach briomhar ceolmhar,
r dtinte cnmh go buacach tid,
‘S an spir go min raltogach
Is fonnmhar faobhrach sinn chun gleo
‘S go tinmhar gl roimh thocht do’n l
F chinas chaomh na hoiche ar seol:
Seo libh canadh Amhrn na bhFiann

Curf:
Sinne Firnna Fil
A t f gheall ag irinn,
buion dr slua
Thar toinn do rinig chugainn,
F mhid bheith saor.
Sean tr r sinsir feasta
N fhagfar f’n tiorn n fn tril
Anocht a tham sa bhearna bhaoil,
Le gean ar Ghaeil chun bis n saoil
Le guna screach f lmhach na bpilar
Seo libh canadh Amhrn na bhFiann.

Cois bnta ridhe, ar rdaibh slibhe,
Ba bhuachach r sinsir romhainn,
Ag lmhach go tran f’n sr-bhrat sin
T thuas sa ghaoith go seolta
Ba dhchas riamh d’r gcine chidh
Gan iompil siar imirt ir,
‘S ag sil mar iad i gcoinne nmhad
Seo libh, canadh Amhrn na bhFiann

Curf

In English 

The Soldier’s Song

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.

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 sire land
Shall shelter the despot or the slave.
Tonight we man the gap of danger
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.

Chorus

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.

Chorus

 

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