O’Donnell Abu Author: traditional

Proudly the note of the trumpet is sounding Loudly the war cries arise on the gale
Fleetly the steed by Lough Swilly is bounding
To join the thick squadrons on Saimer’s green vale On every mountaineer, strangers to flight or fear

Rush to the standard of dauntless
Red Hugh Bonnaught and Gallowglass, throng from each mountain
Pass onward for Erin O’Donnell Abu Princely O’Neill to our aid is advancing With many a chieftain and warrior clan
A thousand proud steeds in his vanguard are prancing ‘Neath the borderers brave from the Banks of the Bann Many a heart shall quail under its coat of mail
Deeply the merciless foeman shall rue
When on his ears shall ring bourn on the breeze’s wing Tir Connell’s dread war cry, O’Donnell Abu
Wildly o’er Desmond the war wolf is howling Fearless the eagle sweeps over the plain
The fox in the streets of the city is prowling
And all who would scare them are banished or slain On with O’Donnall then, fight the old fight again Sons of Tir Connell are valiant and true
Make the proud saxon feel Erin’s avenging steel Strike for your country O’Donnell Abu

God Save Ireland Author: T.D. Sullivan

tune:Tramp, Tramp, Tramp the Boys are Marching
High upon the gallows tree swung the noble-hearted Three. By the vengeful tyrant stricken in their bloom;
But they met him face to face, with the courage of their race, And they went with souls undaunted to their doom.

CHORUS
“God save Ireland ! ” said the heroes; “God save Ireland” said they all. Whether on the scaffold high
Or the battlefield we die,
0, what matter when for Erin dear we fall ! “

Girt around with cruel foes, still their courage proudly rose, For they thought of hearts that loved them for and near;
Of the millions true and brave o’er the ocean’s swelling wave, And the friends in holy Ireland ever dear. CHORUS

Climbed they up the rugged stair, rang their voices out in prayer, Then with England’s fatal cord around them cast,
Close beside the gallows tree kissed like brothers lovingly, True to home and faith and freedom to the last. CHORUS

Never till the latest day shall the memory pass away, Of the gallant lives thus given for our land;
But on the cause must go, amidst joy and weal and woe, Till we make our Isle a nation free and grand. CHORUS

According to my friend John Mahoney the original was written December 1867

Soldier’s Song

Author: Peadar Kearney/Patrick Heeney

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. CHORUS
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 ‘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 CHORUS 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. CHORUS