The Irish national anthem "Amhrán na bhFiann" or in English "A Soldier's Song", was written by Peadar Ó Cearnaígh (Peader Kearney) and put to music with Patrick Heeny. It was first published in 1912 and in 1926 became the official national anthem of Ireland (replacing God Save Ireland).
Patrick Kearney was born at 68 Lower Dorset Street, Dublin on 12th of December 1883
in died in Inchicore, Dublin on the 24th of November 1942 and is buried in Glasnevin Cemetery, Dublin.
THE IRISH NATIONAL ANTHEM in Irish and in English
IN IRISH
CHORUS Sinne Fianna Fáil atá fé gheall ag Éirinn Buion dár slua thar toinn do ráinig chugainn Fémhóid bheith saor. Seantír ár sinsir feasta Ní fhagfar fé'n tiorán ná fé'n 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. FIRST VERSE Seo dhibh a cháirde duan oglaidh Caithréimeach, br'oghmhar, 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, cana'dh amhrán na bhFiann.
SECOND VERSE 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.
THIRD VERSE A buidhean nach fann d'fuil Ghaoidheal is Gall Sinn breacadh lae na saoirse, Tá sgéimhle 's sgannradh ' gcroidhthibh namhad, Roimh ranngaibh laochra ár dt're; ár dteinte is tréith gan spréach anois, Sin luinne ghlé san spéir anoir, 'S an b'odhbha i raon na bpiléar agaibh: Seo libh, canaidh amhrán na bhFiann.
IN ENGLISH
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 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.
FIRST VERSE 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 mornings light here in the silence of the night We'll chant a soldier's song.
SECOND VERSE 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 chant a soldier's song.
THIRD VERSE 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 chant a soldier's song.