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Come the day and come the hour, Come the power and the glory, We have come to answer our country's call, For the four proud Provinces of Ireland Ireland, Ireland, Together standing tall, Shoulder to shoulder, We'll answer Ireland's call Ireland, Ireland, Together standing tall, Shoulder to shoulder, We'll answer Ireland's call
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Amhrán na bhFiann Seo dhibh a cháirde duan óglaigh, Cathréimeach briomhar ceolmhar, ár dtinte cnámh go buacach táid, 'S an spéir go min réaltogach Is fonnmhar faobhrach sinn chun gleo 'S go tiúnmhar glé roimh thíocht do'n ló Fé chiúnas chaomh na hoiche ar seol: Seo libh canaídh Amhrán na bhFiann
Chorus Sinne Firnna Fáil A tá fé gheall ag éirinn, buion dár slua Thar toinn do ráinig chugainn, Fé mhóid bheith saor. Sean tír ár sinsir feasta Ní fhagfar fé'n tiorán ná fén tráil Anocht a théam sa bhearna bhaoil, Le gean ar Ghaeil chun báis nó saoil Le guna screach fé lámhach na bpiléar Seo libh canaídh Amhrán na bhFiann
Cois bánta réidhe, ar árdaibh sléibhe, Ba bhuachach ár sinsir romhainn, Ag lámhach go tréan fé'n sár-bhrat séin Tá thuas sa ghaoith go seolta Ba dhúchas riamh d'ár gcine cháidh Gan iompáil siar ó imirt áir, 'S ag siúl mar iad i gcoinne námhad Seo libh, canaídh Amhrán na bhFiann
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
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In Dublin's fair city, Where the girls are so pretty, I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone, As she wheeled her wheelbarrow Through streets broad and narrow, Crying cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh!
She was a fishmonger, And sure 'twas no wonder, For so were her father and mother before, And they each wheeled their barrow, Through streets broad and narrow, Crying cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh!
She died of a fever, And no one could save her, And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone. Now her ghost wheels her barrow, Through streets broad and narrow, Crying cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh!
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I've been a wild rover for many a year, And I've spent all my money on whiskey and beer, But now I'm returning with gold in great store, And never will play the wild rover no more
Chorus And it's no, nay, never No, nay, never, no more, Will I play the wild rover No never, no more
I went to an ale house I used to frequent, And I told the landlady my money was spent. I asked her for credit, she answered me nay. Such custom like yours I can get any day
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I took from my pocket ten sovereigns bright, And the landlady's eyes opened wide with delight, She said, "I have whiskeys and wines of the best, And I'll take you upstairs, and I'll show you the rest"
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I'll go home to my parents, confess what I've done, And I'll ask them to pardon their prodigal son. And if they caress me as oft times before, I never will play the wild rover no more!
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By a lonely prison wall, I heard a young girl calling: "Michael, they are taking you away, For you stole Trevelyn's corn, So the young might see the morn. Now a prison ship lies waiting in the bay"
Chorus Low lie the fields of Athenry, Where once we watched the small free birds fly. Our love was on the wing. We had dreams and songs to sing. It's so lonely round the fields of Athenry
By a lonely prison wall, I heard a young man calling: "Nothing matters, Mary, when you're free. Against the famine and the crown I rebelled, they cut me down. Now you must raise our child with dignity"
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By a lonely harbour wall, She watched the last star falling, As that prison ship sailed out against the sky. Sure she'll wait and hope and pray For her love in Botany Bay, It's so lonely round the fields of Athenry
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