Luck o' the Irish (male oc x female OC)

The fighting Irish (alternate universe)

V POV
Waking up on my cot at camp Phoenix, sitting up and yawning. It's time for another day of soldiering for me. I grabbed my helmet and Steyer Aug before stepping out the door of my tent, stretching as I walk out, then realize "wait, I haven't eaten breakfast yet!" so run to my room, dropping my rifle on my bed. As I walk out of mytent I hear a squad of Irish singing, so I smile and start singing along with them. They weren't expecting me to start singing so stop and stare at me for a few moments

V: "Sé do bheatha a bhean ba léanmhar,
B' é ár gcreach tú bheith i ngéibhinn,
Do dhúiche bhreá i seilibh meirleach...
Is tú díolta leis na Gallaibh!"

They look among themselves and smile, then kick up for the chorus

Squad: "Óró 'Sé do bheatha 'bhaile,
Óró 'Sé do bheatha 'bhaile,
Óró 'Sé do bheatha 'bhaile,
Anois ar theacht an tsamhraidh!"

V: "Tá Gráinne Mhaol ag teacht thar sáile, Óglaigh armtha léi mar gharda, Gaeil iad féin is ní Gaill ná Spáinnigh...Is cuirfidh siad ruaig ar Ghallaibh!"

Squad: "Óró 'Sé do bheatha 'bhaile, Óró 'Sé do bheatha 'bhaile, Óró 'Sé do bheatha 'bhaile, Anois ar theacht an tsamhraidh!"

Suddenly we hear the marines from the American area start singing as a contest to us

Marines: "Hurrah for the flag of the free! May it wave as our standard forever, The gem of the land and the sea, The banner of the right! Let despots remember the day! When our fathers with mighty endeavor Proclaimed as they marched to the fray! That by their might and by their right It waves forever!"

V: "oi! Alright lads, You guys know the soldiers song in Gaelic still?!"

They all do

V: "alright, first verse, Gaelic"

We all take a deep breath

Irish: "Seo dhíbh, a chairde, duan Ógláigh
Caithréimeach bríomhar ceolmhar
Ár dtinte cnámh go buacach táid
'S an spéir go mín réaltógach
Is fonnmhar faobhrach sinn chun gleo
'S go tiúnmhar glé roimh thíocht don ló
Fé chiúnas chaomh na hoíche ar seol
Seo libh, canaídh Amhrán na bhFiann!"

Marines: "O say can you see by the dawn's early light
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming. Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight!"

Irish: "Cois bánta réidhe, ar ardaibh sléibhe
Ba bhuadhach ár sinsir romhainn
Ag lámhach go tréan fén sárbhrat séin
'Tá thuas sa ghaoth go seolta
Ba dhúchas riamh dár gcine cháidh
Gan iompáil siar ó imirt áir
'S ag siúl mar iad i gcoinne námhad
Seo libh, canaídh Amhrán na bhFiann!"

Marines: "O'er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming? And the rocket's red glare, the bombs bursting in air Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there O say does that star-spangled banner yet wave, O'er the land of the free, and the home of the brave!"

Irish: "A bhuíon nach fann d'fhuil Ghaeil is Gall
Sin breacadh lae na saoirse
Tá sceimhle 's scanradh i gcroíthe námhad
Roimh ranna laochra ár dtíre
Ár dtinte is tréith gan spréach anois
Sin luisne ghlé sa spéir anoir
'S an bíobha i raon na bpiléar agaibh
Seo libh, canaídh Amhrán na bhFiann!"

The marines start scrambling to find a song to meet us back with but they can't. I just smirk to myself waiting as they yell at each other and eventually one pipes up

Marine: "Yankee Doodle went to town riding on a pony
Stuck a feather in his hat and called it macaroni
Yankee Doodle, keep it up
Yankee Doodle dandy
Mind the music and the step
And with the girls, be handy!"

V: "Oh I've got a brand new shiny helmet and a pair of kinky boots! I've got a lovely new flak jacket and a lovely khaki suit, And when we go on night patrol we hold each other's hands! We are the British Army and we're here to take your land!"

Marine: "Father and I went down to camp, Along with Captain Gooding; There we saw the men and boys, As thick as hasty pudding! Yankee Doodle, keep it up Yankee Doodle dandy Mind the music and the step And with the girls, be handy!"

This goes on for a few hours, soon the US and Irish generals walked over to see whats going on. I stop and salute my general, the marines came out laughing, thinking they had us beat, then saw the commander of the American forces at the camp.

Irish general: "so, who won?"

V: "the marines sir, we didn't give a response to the verse"

American General: "told ya Paddy! You owe me 20 euros!"

Irish General: "póg mo thóin!"

Marine 1: "hold up there madam general, I don't think it's fair that you call it here, there was interferences from you two, how's about we have one last song match up?"

V: "aye, I think that's fair Yank"

Marine 1: "a 1, a 2, a 1 2 3 4!"

Marine 2 and 3: "Johnnie, get your gun
Get your gun, get your gun
Take it on the run
On the run, on the run
Hear them calling, you and me
Every son of liberty
Hurry right away
No delay, go today
Make your daddy glad
To have had such a lad
Tell your sweetheart not to pine
To be proud her boy's in line
Over there, over there
Send the word, send the word over there
That the Yanks are coming
The Yanks are coming
The drums rum tumming everywhere
So prepare, say a prayer
Send the word, send the word to beware
We'll be over, we're coming over
And we won't come back till it's over, over there
Johnnie, get your gun
Get your gun, get your gun
Johnnie show the Hun
Who's a son of a gun
Hoist the flag and let her fly
Yankee Doodle do or die
Pack your little kit
Show your grit, do your bit
Yankee to the ranks
From the towns and the tanks
Make your mother proud of you
And the old red, white and blue
Over there, over there
Send the word, send the word over there
That the Yanks are coming
The Yanks are coming
The drums rum tumming everywhere
So prepare, say a prayer
Send the word, send the word to beware
We'll be over, we're coming over
And we won't come back till it's over, over there!"

V: god damn it, that's a good one

V and squad member 1: 'Twas down by the glenside
I met an old woman
a pluckin' young nettles
she ne'er saw me comin'

I listened a while t
o the song she was hummin'
Glory-O, Glory O, to the Bold Fenian Men

When I was a young girl
their marchin & Drillin
awoke in the glen sound
awesome & thrillin
they loved poor old Ireland
& to die they were willin
Glory-O, Glory O to the Bold Fenian Men

It's 50 long years
since I saw the moon beamin
on strong manly forms
& on eyes with hope gleamin
sure I seen them again
through all my day dreamin
Glory-O, Glory O to the Bold Fenian Men
I passed on my way
God be praised that I met her
Be life long or short sure
I'll never forget her
we may have great men
but we'll never have better
Glory-O, Glory O to the Bold Fenian Men"

The marines looked at us, and sighed. They called defeat, and the American general just stuffed a 20 euro note in my general's pocket. I smiled and walked to breakfast, it was gonna be a decent day.

Chapter Ende