The Gulf's Guiding Lights
| Ríoghnach nEachach |
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Fly, these arrows; pray, strike true
Bolts to pierce the armor yon Rush, my comrades; I'll find you On ground or sky with armor donned Ring, O drumbeats' pow'rful sound O'er clang of steel and loose of bow In our ears our heartbeats pound For these moments when we live most! Onward, onward points of ten! Our star is our guiding light Sable and or upon our shields And royalty to bear our wills Onward, onward ten points! Raise your polearms high, my friends The flags and banners fly for us See that our glory never ends As we prepare to meet their rush The sun bears down on us this day Our enemies press tightly in Let us charge into the fray And start the mourning of their kin! Onward, onward points of three Our star is our guiding light Azure and argent upon our shields And royalty to bear our wills Onward, onward three points! Harken, all ye soldiers true Bearing arms or water cold Hear that this song is for you To sing your way to glory bold! Onward, onward points of thee Our stars are our guiding lights With honor we raise our shields And cups to those who bear our wills Onward, onward star points! |
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