The Irish National Anthem Tabulatur von Patrick Heeney

[C]Soldier's are we whoes[F] lives are pledged to[C] Ireland
[Am]Some[Em] have[Dm] come from a land beyond the[G] wave
[C]Sworn to be free,no[F] more our ancient sire[C] land
Shall[Em] shelter the despot[Dm] or the[G7] slave
To[F]night we man the [C]''bhearna bhaoil''
In[Em] Eirn's[Dm] cause,come[G7] woe or weal
Mid[C] cannons'[Em] roar and rifles[F] peal,
We will[C] chant a[G] soldier's[C] song
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[C]Sinne Finna Fáil a[F] tá fé gheall ag[C] Éirinn
[Am]Buion[Em] dár[Dm] slua,thar toinn do ráinig [G]chugainn
[C]Fé mhóid bheith saor,Sean[F] tír ár sinsir feas[C]ta
Ní[Em] fhagfar fé'n tiorán[Dm] ná fen[G7] tráil
A[F]nocht a théam sa[C] bhearna bhaoil
Le[Em] gean ar[Dm] Ghaeil chun[G7] báis nó saoil
Le[C] guna[Dm] screach fé lámhach na[F] bhiléar
Seo libh[C] canaidh[G] Amhrán na[C] bhFiann
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Soldiers are we,
whose lives are pledged to Ireland
Some have come from a land beyond the wave,
Some to be free,
no more our ancient sireland
Shall shelter the despot or the slave;
tonight we man the Bearna Baoghal
In Erin's cause.
come woe or weal;
'Mid cannon's roar and rifle's peal
We'll chant a soldier's song.

We'll sing a song, a soldier's song
With cheering, rousing chorus
As round our blazing fires we thong,
The starry heavens o'er us;
Impatient for the coming fight,
And as we wait the mornings light
here in the silence of the night
We'll sing a soldier's song

CHORUS

In valley green or towering crag
Our fathers fought before us,
And conquered 'neath the same old flag
That's 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 sing 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 sing a soldier's song.

 

Re,,Peadar Kearney in 1937 wrote an extra verse of The Soldiers Song specially with the North in mind:

And here where Eire's glories bide 
Clan London fain would flourish;
But Ulster-wide, what e'er betide
No pirate blood shall nourish.
While flames the fier of Con and Owen,
While Cave Hill guards the fame of Tone,
From Gullion's Slopes to Inishowen
We'll chant a Soldier's Song.

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Sinne Fianna Fáil,
Atá Fá gheall ag Éirinn,
Buidhean dár sluagh tar rúinn do ráinig chughainn
Fámhoídh bheírh saor,
Sean-tír ár sinnsear feasta
Ní fágfar fá'n tíorán ná fa'n tráil;
Anocht a theigeamh sa bhearna baoghail,
Le gean ar Gaedhí chun báis nó saoghail,
Le gunna sgréach: Fá lamhach na piléar.
Seo Libh canaidh amhrán na bhFiann.

Seo dhibh a cháirde duan oglaidh
Caithréimeach, bríoghmhar, ceolmhar.
Ár dteinte cnámh go buacach táid,
`S an spéir go min réaltógach.
Is fionmhar faobhrach sinn chun gleo
'S go tiúnmhar glé roimh tigheacht do'n ló,
Fa ciúnas chaoimh na h-oidhche ar seol,
Seo libh, canaídh amhrán na bhFiann.

Cois banta réidhe, ar árdaibh sléibhe.
Ba bhuadhach ár rinnsear romhainn,
Ag lámhach go tréan fá'n sár- bhrat séin
Tá thuas sa ghaoith go seolta;
Ba dhúthchas riamh d'ár gcine cháidh
Gan iompáil riar ó imirt áir,
'Siubhal mar iad i gcoinnibh rámhaid
Seo libh, canaidh amhrán na bhFiann.

A buidhean nach fann d'fuil Ghaoidheal is Gall
Sinn breacadh lae na saoirse,
Tá sgéimhle 's sgannradh í gcroidhthibh namhad,
Roimh ranngaibh laochra ár dtíre;
Ár dteinte is tréith gan spréach anois,
Sin luinne ghlé san spéir anoir,
'S an bíodhbha i raon na bpiléar agaibh:
Seo libh, canaidh amhrán na bhFiann.