What is the name of the Irish rugby team national anthem?

Question

What is the name of the Irish rugby team national anthem?

Answer 1

Since April 1995, a specially composed anthem, "Ireland's Call" has been used by the Irish team in away games. This has prompted some players and supporters from the Republic to complain that "Amhrán na bhFiann" should be played. At games played in Dublin "Ireland's Call" is always used alongside "Amhrán na bhFiann". This use of "Amhrán na bhFiann" has caused similar complaints from players and supporters from Northern Ireland. With Ireland's friendly game against Italy in the run up to the Rugby World Cup scheduled to be held in Belfast, there were calls for "God Save the Queen" to be used alongside Ireland's Call but this was turned down by the IRFU with the explanation given that it was not a 'home' match because the team would be playing "outside Ireland".

Answer 2

Irelands Call

Answer 3

currently the team have two, which makes sence as it is made up of both northern and the republic of ireland.

Northern Irelands is called: Ireland's Call

Republic Of Ireland is called: Amhrán na bhFiann

Answer 4

Ireland's Call due to the team being from ROI and NI. Amhrán na bhFiann is about the fight the ROI had to become separate from the UK and that is way it is deemed inappropriate to be sung with a 32 county team. However when we play at home both songs are sung.

Ireland's Call

Come the day and come the hour

Come the power and the glory

We have come to answer

Our Country’s call

From the four proud provinces of Ireland

Chorus

Ireland, Ireland,

Together standing tall

Shoulder to shoulder

We’ll answer Ireland’s call

From the mighty Glens of Antrim

From the rugged hills of Galway

From the walls of Limerick

And Dublin Bay

From the four proud provinces of Ireland

Chorus

Hearts of steel

And heads unbowing

Vowing never to be broken

We will fight, until

We can fight no more

From the four proud provinces of Ireland

Amhrán na bhFiann

Amhrán na bhFiann

Seo dhibh a cháirde duan Óglaigh,

Cathréimeach briomhar ceolmhar,

Ár dtinte cnámh go buacach táid,

'S an spéir go min réaltogach

Is fonnmhar faobhrach sinn chun gleo

'S go tiúnmhar glé roimh thíocht do'n ló

Fé chiúnas chaomh na hoiche ar seol:

Seo libh canaídh Amhrán na bhFiann

Curfá

Sinne Firnna Fáil

A tá fé gheall ag Éirinn,

buion dár slua

Thar toinn do ráinig chugainn,

Fé mhóid bheith saor.

Sean tír ár sinsir feasta

Ní fhagfar fé'n tiorán ná fé'n tráil

Anocht a théam sa bhearna bhaoil,

Le gean ar Ghaeil chun báis nó saoil

Le guna screach fé lámhach na bpiléar

Seo libh canaídh Amhrán na bhFiann.

Cois bánta réidhe, ar árdaibh sléibhe,

Ba bhuachach ár sinsir romhainn,

Ag lámhach go tréan fé'n sár-bhrat séin

Tá thuas sa ghaoith go seolta

Ba dhúchas riamh d'ár gcine cháidh

Gan iompáil siar ó imirt áir,

'S ag siúl mar iad i gcoinne námhad

Seo libh, canaídh Amhrán na bhFiann

Curfá

A bhuíon nách fann d'fhuil Ghaeil is Gall,

Sin breacadh lae na saoirse,

Ta scéimhle 's scanradh i gcroíthe namhad,

Roimh ranna laochra ár dtire.

Ár dtinte is tréith gan spréach anois,

Sin luisne ghlé san spéir anoir,

'S an bíobha i raon na bpiléar agaibh:

Seo libh, canaídh Amhrán na bh Fiann.

Curfá

A Soldier's Song (Amhrán na bhFiann in English)

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