We chose our destiny

Fianna is the name 

for which we shall live

to which our souls we give

once again to the battle we march

blow after blow

swords spreading death

witness your glory or

your mates' last breath.

March! March!

We answer the call of the king, 

from far you can hear

the army that sings

"Victory we bring!" 

Lamp fires await for the dawn,

coward would me the attack

Glory awaits when the sun

shines bright.

March ! March ! 

On the march

On the march again

On the march,

On the march !