The Soldier's Song.
The Wolfe Tones' Derek Warfield
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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 will chant a soldier's song
Soldiers are we
Whose lives are pledged to Ireland
Some have come (have come)
From a land beyond the wave (god bless them)
Sworn to be free
No more our ancient sireland
Shall shelter the despot or the slave
Tonight we man the maw of danger
In Erin's cause, come woe or weal
'Mid cannons' roar and rifles' peal
We will chant a soldier's song
In valleys green, on towering crag
Our fathers fought before us
And conquered 'neath the same old flag
That proudly floats before 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
Soldiers are we
Whose lives are pledged to Ireland
Some have come (have come)
From a land beyond the wave (god bless them)
Sworn to be free
No more our ancient sireland
Shall shelter the despot or the slave
Tonight we man the maw of danger
In Erin's cause, come woe or weal
'Mid cannons' roar and rifles' peal
We'll chant a soldier's song
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 camp fires now are burning low
See in the east a silv'ry glow
Out yonder waits the Saxon foe
So chant a soldier's song
Soldiers are we
Whose lives are pledged to Ireland
Some have come (have come)
From a land beyond the wave (god bless them)
Sworn to be free
No more our ancient sireland
Shall shelter the despot or the slave
Tonight we man the maw of danger
In Erin's cause, come woe or weal
'Mid cannons' roar and rifles' peal
We'll chant a soldier's song
Soldiers are we
Whose lives are pledged to Ireland
Some have come (have come)
From a land beyond the wave (god bless them)
Sworn to be free
No more our ancient sireland
Shall harbor the despot or the slave
Tonight we man the maw of danger
In Ireland's cause, come woe or weal
'Mid cannons' roar and rifles' peal
We'll chant a soldier's song!