[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 morning light,
Here in the silence of the night,
We will chant a soldier's song.

[Chorus]
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 bearna bhaoil,
In Erin's cause, come woe or weal,
Mid cannons' roar and rifles' peal,
We'll chant a soldier's song.

[Verse]
In valleys green and 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.

[Chorus]
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 bearna bhaoil,
In Erin's cause, come woe or weal,
Mid cannons' roar and rifles' peal,
We'll chant a soldier's song.

[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.

[Chorus]
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 harbour the despot or the slave.

Tonight we man the bearna bhaoil,
In Ireland's cause, come woe or weal,
Mid cannons' roar and rifles' peal,
We'll chant a soldier's song.

[Chorus]
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 harbour the despot or the slave.

Tonight we man the bearna bhaoil,
In Ireland's cause, come woe or weal,
Mid cannons' roar and rifles' peal,
We'll chant a soldier's song.