| We’ll sing a song, a soldier’s song,
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| With cheering rousing chorus,
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| As round our blazing fires we throng,
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| The starry heavens o’er us;
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| Impatient for the coming fight,
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| And as we wait the morning’s light,
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| Here in the silence of the night,
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| We’ll chant a soldier’s song.
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| Chorus:
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| Soldiers are we
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| whose lives are pledged to Ireland;
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| Some have come
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| from a land beyond the wave.
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| Sworn to be free,
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| No more our ancient sire land
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| Shall shelter the despot or the slave.
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| Tonight we man the gap of danger
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| In Erin’s cause, come woe or weal
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| «Mid cannons"roar and rifles peal,
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| We’ll chant a soldier’s song.
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| In valley green, on towering crag,
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| Our fathers fought before us,
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| And conquered 'neath the same old flag
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| That’s proudly floating o’er us.
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| We’re children of a fighting race,
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| That never yet has known disgrace,
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| And as we march, the foe to face,
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| We’ll chant a soldier’s song.
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| Chorus |