The Soldier’s Song

Sinne Fianna Fáil Atá faoi gheall ag Éirinn BuÍon dár slua Thar toinn do ráinig chughainn Faoi mhóid bheith saor SeantÍr ár sinsear feasta NÍ fhágfar faoin tiorán ná faoin tráill Anocht a théam sa bhearna bhaoil Le gean ar Ghaeil chun báis nó saoil Le gunna scréach faoi lámhach na bpiléar Seo libh canadh Amhrán na bhFiann

Cwm Rhondda

Guide me, O thou great redeemer, Pilgrim through this barren land; I am weak, but thou art mighty, Hold me with thy powerful hand; Bread of heaven, bread of heaven Feed me now and evermore; Feed me now and evermore.

Jerusalem

And did those feet in ancient time walk upon England’s mountains green? And was the holy Lamb of God on England’s pleasant pastures seen? And did the countenance divine shine forth upon our clouded hills? And was Jerusalem builded here among these dark Satanic mills? Bring me my bow of burning gold! Bring me my arrows of desire! Bring me my spear! O clouds, unfold! Bring me my chariot of fire! I will not cease from mental fight, nor shall my sword sleep in my hand, till we have built Jerusalem In England’s green and pleasant land.

The Marseillaise

Allons enfants de la Patrie Le jour de gloire est arrivé! Contre nous de la tyrannie L’étendard sanglant est levé. L’étendard sanglant est levé. Entendez-vous dans les campagnes Mugir ces féroces soldats? Ils viennent jusque dans vos bras Égorger vos fils, vos compagnes! Aux armes, citoyens! Formez vos bataillons! Marchons, marchons! Qu’un sang impur Abreuve nos sillons!