| 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. |
| 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! |