Pooka:

Sorry this is late, but I had clients to care for. However, I propose the following to "sanitize" your "Soldier's Song":

The Child's Song

We'll sing a song, a children's song,
With cheering rousing chorus,
As round our parents' hearths we throng,
A safe roof warm o'er us;
Impatient for our coming lives,
Awaiting what the mornings give,
Here in the silence of the night,
We'll chant a children's song.

Chorus:
Children are we whose lives will flower in Ireland;
Dreaming to free  the green land of our homes.
Yearning to be whole,
No more our ancient sire land
Shall run with blood, or dream on broken bones.
Tonight we walk into a future
In Erin's hope, come woe or smiles
And stepping into newer, kindlier miles,
We'll chant a children's song

In valley green, on towering crag,
Our fathers lovingly taught us,
And conquered hatred in a hope for times
We'd bring the lives they bought us.
We're children of an ancient loving race,
That knows that bringing joy brings no disgrace,
And as we grow, tomorrow's hopes to face,
We'll chant a children's song

Chorus

Sons of the Gael! Daughters of the Pale!
The long watched day now dawns;
The risingranks of future life
Shall move our music on.
Our heart's fires now are warming high;
See in the east a silv'ry light,
Out yonder wait brave futures bright,
So chant a children'ssong.

Chorus

Regards,

A