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 shown 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 fame
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 whisper'd too, that freedom's ark, and service high and holy
Would be profaned by feeling dark and passions vain or 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!
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