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'll chant a soldier's song
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 sire land
Shall shelter the despot or the slave
Tonight we man the gap of danger
In Erin's * cause, come woe or weal,
Mid cannons roar and rifles peal,
We'll chant a soldier's song
In valley green, on towering crag
Our fathers fought before us,
And conquered beneath the same old flag
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'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