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When boyhood's fire was in my blood,
I read of ancient freemen,
For Greece and Rome who bravely stood,
Three hundred men and three men;
And then I prayed I yet might see,
Our fetters rent in twain,
And Ireland long a province be,
A nation once again.
A nation once again,
A nation once again,
And Ireland long a province be,
A nation once again.
And from that time, through wildest woe,
That hope has shone, a far light,
Nor could love's brightest summer glow,
Outshine that solemn starlight;
It seemed to watch above my head,
In forum, field and fane,
Its angel voice sang 'round my bed,
"A nation once again."
A nation once again,
A nation once again,
And Ireland long a province be,
A nation once again.
It whispered too that freedom's ark,
That service high and holy,
Would be profaned by feelings dark,
And passions vain and lowly;
For freedom comes from God's right hand,
And needs a Godly train,
And righteous men must make our land,
A nation once again.
A nation once again,
A nation once again,
And Ireland long a province be,
A nation once again.
So as I grew from boy to man,
I bent me to that bidding,
My spirit of each selfish plan,
And cruel passion ridding;
For thus I hoped some day to aid,
Oh, can such hope be vain,
When my dear country should be made,
A nation once again.
A nation once again,
A nation once again,
And Ireland long a province be,
A nation once again.