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

Lloyd Christmas: This isn't my real job you know.
Mary Swanson: No?
Lloyd Christmas: Nope. My friend Harry and I are saving up money for a pet store. I got worms!
Mary Swanson: I beg your pardon?
Lloyd Christmas: I got worms! That's what we're going to call it. We're going to specialize in selling worm farms. You know like ant farms. What's the matter, a little tense about the flight?
Mary Swanson: Something like that

Lloyd Christmas: I'm talkin about a place where the beer flows like wine,and where the women instinctively flock like the salmon of Capistrano. I'm talkin about a little place called Aspen.
Harry: I don't know Lloyd, the French are assholes

Lloyd Christmas: So where are you headin'?
Mary Swanson: Aspen.
Lloyd Christmas: Hmmm, California! Beautiful!

Lloyd: When I met Mary, I got that old fashioned romantic feeling back, where I'd do anything to bone her.
Harry: That's a special feeling.

[After Lloyd trades the van in for a moped]
Harry: Just when I thought you couldn't do anything dumber, you do something like this... and completely redeem yourself!

Harry: So you got fired today?
Lloyd: Yeah, they always freak out when you leave the scene of an accident.
Harry: I lost my job today too.
Lloyd: Man, you are one pathetic loser. No offense.
Harry: Oh, none taken. But you know the thing that burns me though? I spent my entire life savings changing my van into a dog.
Lloyd: It's alright, Har. Chicks love it. It's a shaggin' wagon.


Lloyd Christmas: That's a lovely accent you have. New Jersey?
Lady at bus stop: Austria.
Lloyd Christmas: Austria! Well, then. G'day mate! Ha. Ha. Ha. Let's put another shrimp on the barbie!
Lady at bus stop: Let's not.

Harry: Check out the funbags on that hosehound.
Lloyd Christmas: I'd like to eat her liver with some fava beans and a bottle of Chianti.

Lloyd: I expected the Rocky Mountains to be a little rockier than this.
Harry: I was thinking the same thing. That John Denver is full of shit, man.

slievenamon
Alone, all alone, by the wave-washed strand
All alone in the crowded hall,
The hall it is gay and the waves they are grand
But my heart is not there at all,
It flies far away,
By night and by day
To the times and the joys that are gone
But I never can forget
The sweet maiden I met
In the valley of Slievenamon.

It was not the grace of her queenly air
Nor the cheeks of the roses glow
Her soft dark eyes or her curly hair,
Nor was it her lily white brow,
'Twas the soul of truth
And of melting ruth,
And a smile like the summer's day,
That stole my heart away
On that bright summer's day
In the valley of sweet Slievenamon.

In the festive hall and the wave-washed shore
My restless spirit cries -
"My land, oh my land, shall I never see you more,
My country will you never uprise."
By night and by day I will ever, ever pray,
As darkly my life it rolls on,
To see our flag unrolled
And my true love unfold
In the valley near Slievenamon.