We’ll sing a song, a soldier’s song,
With cheering rousing [bad word] 
As round our blazing fires we throng,
The starry heavens o’er us;
Impatient for [bad word] fight,
And as we wait the morning’s light,
Here in the silence of the night,
We’ll chant a soldier’s song.
Припев:
Soldiers are we
Whose lives are pledged to Ireland;
Some [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 'neath 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.
Припев
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.
Припев