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 sireland
Shall
shelter the despot or the slave.
Tonight
we man the 'bhearna 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, on towering crag,
Our
fathers fought before us,
And
conquered 'neath that 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
campfires 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]