hAppY PaDdy'S dAy...

FIELDS OF ATHENRY

Through lonely prison walls, I heard a young man calling
Michael they are taking you away
For you stole Trevelyn's corn,
so the young might see the morn
Now a prison ship lies waiting in the bay

Low lie the field of Athenry
Where once we watched the small free birds fly
Our love was on the wing, we had dreams and songs to sing
It's so lonely round the fields of Athenry

Trough lonely prison walls, she watched the last star falling
Nothing matters, Mary when you're free
Against the Famine and the Crown
I rebelled, they ran me down
And you must rase our child with dignity

Low lie...

Trough lonely prison walls, she watched the last star falling
As the prison ship sailed out against the sky
For she live in hope and pray
for her lovely Botany Bay
It's so lonely round the field of Athenry

Low, low lie...

it's so lonely round the field of Athan Rye

The Irish National Anthem

Amhán Na bhFiann Sinne Fianna Fáil, Atá Fá gheall ag Éirinn, Buidhean dár sluagh tar rúinn do ráinig chughainn Fámhoídh bheírh saor, Sean-tír ár sinnsear feasta Ní fágfar fá'n tíorán ná fa'n tráil; Anocht a theigeamh sa bhearna baoghail, Le gean ar Gaedhí chun báis nó saoghail, Le gunna sgréach: Fá lamhach na piléar. Seo Libh canaidh amhrán na bhFiann. Seo dhibh a cháirde duan oglaidh Caithréimeach, bríoghmhar, 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, canaídh amhrán na bhFiann. 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. A buidhean nach fann d'fuil Ghaoidheal is Gall Sinn breacadh lae na saoirse, Tá sgéimhle 's sgannradh í gcroidhthibh namhad, Roimh ranngaibh laochra ár dtíre; Ár dteinte is tréith gan spréach anois, Sin luinne ghlé san spéir anoir, 'S an bíodhbha i raon na bpiléar agaibh: Seo libh, canaidh amhrán na bhFiann.

A Soldier's Song Soldiers are we, whose lives are pledged to Ireland Some have come from a land beyond the wave, Some 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. We'll sing a song, a soldier's song With cheering, rousing chorus As round our blazing fires we thong, 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 sing a soldier's song CHORUS 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 sing a soldier's song CHORUS 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 sing a soldier's song.