Irlanda

Sinne laochra 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 baoil, Le gean ar Ghaeil, chun báis nó saoil, Le gunna scréach faoi lámhach na bpiléar, 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 baoil, Le gean ar Ghaeil, chun báis nó saoil, Le gunna scréach faoi lámhach na bpiléar, Seo libh, canaídh amhrán na bhFiann. Cois bánta réidhe, ar árdaibh sléibhe, Ba bhuachach ár sinsir romhainn, Ag lámhach go tréan fán sárbhrat séin Thar raon na bpiléar is cornaibh. Is le buíochas á Dé ná stiall dár saoirse Is tréan ár gcroí gan bhréag; Ag dúil le saol, fé shéan nó fé bhrón, Is scian le hiall dár gcéad. [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 baoil, Le gean ar Ghaeil, chun báis nó saoil, Le gunna scréach faoi lámhach na bpiléar, Seo libh, canaídh amhrán na bhFiann. A bhuíon nár fhan le dlí na le dáil, Síos le rún na bhfear gcrógha; Tré raon na ngléas do bhrúigh go tréan, Is trí bhéim do mhúch a nglóir dóibh. Is anois ar theacht don lá dúinn thar sáil, Ó éigean bruid is tréadh, A fhlaith na bhFiann, tá ár dtír go réidh, Is scian le hiall le héan. [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 baoil, Le gean ar Ghaeil, chun báis nó saoil, Le gunna scréach faoi lámhach na bpiléar, Seo libh, canaídh amhrán na bhFiann.

Somos guerreiros da Irlanda, Juramentados a nossa patria, Alguns de nosso exercito Vieram a nos de alem das ondas. Jurados a ser livres, Nossa terra ancestral doravante Nao abrigara nem tirano nem escravo. Esta noite nos nos dedicamos Ao perigo, para a libertacao da Irlanda. [Coro] Soldados somos, Cujas vidas sao dedicadas a Irlanda; Alguns vieram De terras alem das ondas. Jurados a ser livres, Nao mais nossa terra ancestral Abrigara tirano ou escravo. Esta noite nos nos dedicamos Ao perigo, para a libertacao da Irlanda.

We are warriors of Ireland, Pledged to our homeland, Some of our host Have come to us from across the waves. Sworn to be free, Our ancient land henceforth Shall shelter neither tyrant nor slave. Tonight we step into the gap of danger, For love of the Gaels, to death or life, With rifles' screech amid the hail of bullets, Come forth, sing The Soldiers' Song. [Chorus] We are the Soldiers of Destiny, Pledged to Ireland, Some of our host Have come to us from across the waves. Sworn to be free, Our ancient land henceforth Shall shelter neither tyrant nor slave. Tonight we step into the gap of danger, For love of the Gaels, to death or life, With rifles' screech amid the hail of bullets, Come forth, sing The Soldiers' Song. Across level fields and mountain heights, Our forebears before us were triumphant, Firing boldly beneath the fair bright banner Through the fields of bullets and horns. And by the grace of God not a shred of our freedom Is lost, our hearts are true without a word of lie; Hoping for life, in joy or in sorrow, With a blade at the ready for our cause. [Chorus] We are the Soldiers of Destiny, Pledged to Ireland, Some of our host Have come to us from across the waves. Sworn to be free, Our ancient land henceforth Shall shelter neither tyrant nor slave. Tonight we step into the gap of danger, For love of the Gaels, to death or life, With rifles' screech amid the hail of bullets, Come forth, sing The Soldiers' Song. O band who did not wait for law or assembly, Down with the purpose of brave men; Through the midst of arms they pressed on boldly, And by their blows silenced their foes' glory. And now that our day has come from across the sea, From the bondage of oppression and exile, O Prince of the warriors, our land is ready, With a blade at the ready for joy. [Chorus] We are the Soldiers of Destiny, Pledged to Ireland, Some of our host Have come to us from across the waves. Sworn to be free, Our ancient land henceforth Shall shelter neither tyrant nor slave. Tonight we step into the gap of danger, For love of the Gaels, to death or life, With rifles' screech amid the hail of bullets, Come forth, sing The Soldiers' Song.