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!
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 shall be made
A Nation once again!
A Nation once again,
A Nation once again,
And Ireland, long a province, be
A Nation once again!
[00:09.000]When boyhood's fire was in my blood
[00:14.000]I read of ancient freemen,
[00:17.000]For Greece and Rome who bravely stood,
[00:22.000]Three hundred men and three men;
[00:26.000]And then I prayed I yet might see
[00:30.000]Our fetters rent in twain,
[00:34.000]And Ireland, long a province, be
[00:38.000]A Nation once again!
[00:42.000]A Nation once again,
[00:47.000]A Nation once again,
[00:51.000]And Ireland, long a province, be
[00:56.000]A Nation once again!
[01:03.000]And from that time, through wildest woe,
[01:08.000]That hope has shone a far light,
[01:12.000]Nor could love's brightest summer glow
[01:16.000]Outshine that solemn starlight;
[01:21.000]It seemed to watch above my head
[01:25.000]In forum, field and fane,
[01:28.000]Its angel voice sang round my bed,
[01:33.000]A Nation once again!
[01:37.000]A Nation once again,
[01:42.000]A Nation once again,
[01:45.000]And Ireland, long a province, be
[01:50.000]A Nation once again!
[01:58.000]So, as I grew from boy to man,
[02:03.000]I bent me to that bidding
[02:06.000]My spirit of each selfish plan
[02:11.000]And cruel passion ridding;
[02:15.000]For, thus I hoped some day to aid,
[02:19.000]Oh, can such hope be vain?
[02:23.000]When my dear country shall be made
[02:27.000]A Nation once again!
[02:31.000]A Nation once again,
[02:35.000]A Nation once again,
[02:39.000]And Ireland, long a province, be
[02:44.000]A Nation once again!