4. 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 wewhose lives are pledged to Ireland;Some have comefrom a land beyond the wave.Sworn to be free, Sworn to be free,No more our ancient sire landShall shelter the despot or the slave.Tonight we man the gap of dangerIn 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 flagThat'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.ChorusSons of the Gael! Men of thePale! The long watched day is breaking;The serried ranks of InisfailShall set the Tyrant quaking.Our camp fires now are burning low;See in the east a silv'ry glow,Out yonder waits the Saxonfoe,So chant a soldier's song.ChorusNo more our ancient sire landShall shelter the despot or theslave.Tonight we man the gap of dangerIn Erin's cause, come woe orweal'Mid cannons' roar and riflespeal,We'll chant a soldier's song.In valley green, on toweringc rag,Our fathers fought before us,And conquered 'neath the sameold flagThat'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.ChorusSons of the Gael! Men of the Pale!The long watched day is breaking;The serried ranks of InisfailShall 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
5. The tradicional dance The tradicional dance is “Riverdance”. It’s a show of Irish tap dance recognized by the rapid movement of legs of the dancers and apparent immobility of the waist. Another of the prominent features of “Riverdance”, is the sensuality of the dance! The Irish people also enjoy dancing folk.
8. A begging I willgo Of all the trades in England, a-beggin' is the best For when a beggar's tired, You can lay him down to rest.And a-begging I will go, a-begging I will go. (x2) I got a pocket for me oatmeal, and another for me rye. I got a bottle by me side to drink when I am dry. And a-begging I will go, a-begging I will go. (x2) I got patches on me cloak, and black patch on me knee. When you come to take me home, I'll drink as well as thee. And a-begging I will go, a-begging I will go. (x2) I got a pocket for me ... and another for me malt I got a pair of little crutches, you should see how I can halt. And a-begging I will go, a-begging I will go. (x2) I sleep beneath an open tree, and there I pay no rent. Providence provides for me, and I am well content.And a-begging I will go, a-begging I will go. (x2) I fear no plots against me. I live an open cell. Who would be a king then when beggars live so well. And a-begging I will go, a-begging I will go. (x2) Of all the trades in England, a-begging is the best. For when a beggar's tired, you can lay him down to rest. And a-begging I will go, a-begging I will go. (x2)
9. Well it's all for me grog, me jolly jolly grogIt's all for me beer and tobaccoFor I spent all me tin with the lassies drinking ginFar across the western ocean I must wander Where are me boots, me noggin', noggin' boots?They're all gone for beer and tobaccoFor the heels they are worn out and the toes are kicked aboutAnd the soles are looking out for better weather Where is me shirt, my noggin', noggin' shirt?It's all gone for beer and tobaccoFor the collar is all worn, and the sleeves they are all tornAnd the tail is looking out for better weather I'm sick in the head and I haven't been to bedSince first I came ashore with me slumberFor I spent all me dough on the lassies movin' slowFar across the Western Ocean I must wander Where is me bed, me noggin' noggin bedIt's all gone for beer and tobaccoWell I lent it to a whore and now the sheets are all toreAnd the springs are looking out for better whether. Where is me wench, me noggin' noggin' whenceShe's all gone for beer and tobaccoWell her (clap) is all worn out and her (clap) is knocked aboutAnd her (clap) is looking out for better whether. All for me grog
10. Gastronomy Examples of some typical dishes of the Irish are the Irish stew, and also the bacon with cabbage (cooked together). The Boxty is a traditional dish, which is a pastry made from potatoes. In Dublin it is very popular the coddle, which is made with sausage of pork cooked. Ireland is famous for its Irish breakfast, which is served mostly with pork and may include potato chips. The queen of the kitchen is clearly the Irish potato.
13. Ireland is a beautiful country loaded with outstanding natural beauty. Ireland is rich in some dramatically attractive sights such as islands, forests, mountains, castles, parks, monuments and statues.
14. Dublin is a cosmopolitan city, popular throughout the world. Many people travel to Ireland just to feel the life and vitality of Dublin where the Irish culture is mixed with urban atmosphere. It´s the Ireland’s capital.
17. With 26,000 acres of "free to roam“, Killarney National Park is surrounded by Kerry's wonderful landscapes and wilderness, more top class golf courses than you can shake a putter at, miles of nearby golden "blue flag" beaches and a choice of accommodation, dining and entertainment options second to none. There are few places elsewhere on this earth that can offer the visitor such a wonderful choice within such an intimate and hospitable location.
