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 will chant a soldier's song
whose lives are pledged to Ireland.
Some have come from a land
No more our ancient sire land
Shall shelter the despot or the slave
Tonight we man the barn o' whale
In their runes cast a low war whale
With cannons roar and rifles bead
We'll chant a soldier's song
In valley green, our tarry crag
Our fathers fought before us
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 will chant the soldiers' song
whose lives are pledged to Ireland.
Some have come from a land beyond the wave,
No more our ancient sire land
Shall shelter the despot or the slave
Tonight we man the barn of wealth
In er rands caused on woe or wealth
With cannons' roar and rifles'
We'll chant a soldier's song
Sons of the Gael, men of the pail
The long -watched day is breaking
The seared ranks of any's fail
Shall set the tyrant quaking
Our campfires now are burning low
See in the east a silvery glow
Out yonder waits the Saxon foe,
So chant the soldier's song.
Whose lives are pledged to Ireland
From a land beyond the way
No more our ancient sireland
Shall shelter the despots or the slave
Tonight we man the part of wealth
In er rands caused on warward
Let cannons roar and rifles peal
We will chant the Soldier's Song