The Red Flag

Jim Connell

Originale

Go dtí le gairid, ní raibh aon aistriúchán iomlán Gaeilge le f...

THE RED FLAG The people's flag is deepest red, It shrouded oft our martyred dead, And ere their limbs grew stiff and cold, Their hearts' blood dyed its every fold. Then raise the scarlet standard high. Within its shade we live and die, Though cowards flinch and traitors sneer, We'll keep the red flag flying here. Look round, the Frenchman loves its blaze, The sturdy German chants its praise, In Moscow's vaults its hymns were sung Chicago swells the surging throng. Then raise the scarlet standard high. Within its shade we live and die, Though cowards flinch and traitors sneer, We'll keep the red flag flying here. It waved above our infant might, When all ahead seemed dark as night; It witnessed many a deed and vow, We must not change its colour now. Then raise the scarlet standard high. Within its shade we live and die, Though cowards flinch and traitors sneer, We'll keep the red flag flying here. It well recalls the triumphs past, It gives the hope of peace at last; The banner bright, the symbol plain, Of human right and human gain. Then raise the scarlet standard high. Within its shade we live and die, Though cowards flinch and traitors sneer, We'll keep the red flag flying here. It suits today the weak and base, Whose minds are fixed on pelf and place To cringe before the rich man's frown, And haul the sacred emblem down. Then raise the scarlet standard high. Within its shade we live and die, Though cowards flinch and traitors sneer, We'll keep the red flag flying here. With head uncovered swear we all To bear it onward till we fall; Come dungeons dark or gallows grim, This song shall be our parting hymn. Then raise the scarlet standard high. Within its shade we live and die, Though cowards flinch and traitors sneer, We'll keep the red flag flying here.

An brat dearg Is dearg brat an phobail mhóir Taisléine mairtíreach go leor Is sula raibh siad fuar gear D’fhág fuil a gcroí an dearg air An brat dearg go hard sa spéir Is faoi a sheasfaimid go léir Ainneoin lucht fill is meatachán An dearg a bheidh ar ár gcrann Is breá le Francaigh é a fheiceáil Is Gearmánaigh á mholadh thall Cantar air i Moscó leis Is Chicago ag dul sa treis Bhí sé ann i dtús ár nirt ’S an sruth ag dul in aghaidh an chirt Tugadh cath is mionna air Coinnímis a dhath dá réir Meabhraíonn sé an bua a bhí Is síocháin chóir i ndeireadh slí Bratach bhreá í, comhartha beo Den cheart a thabharfaidh daoine leo Feileann sé don seoinín claon Ag santú pribhléide dó féin Lútáil roimh an rachmasaí An brat naofa a shatailt faoi Geallaimid é a iompar linn Ar aghaidh sa chath go gcaillfear sinn Pé croch nó géibheann atá i ndán Seo linn ag canadh ár n‑amhráin