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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 plain It's angel's voice sang 'round my bed A nation once again Chorus 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 shall make our land A nation once again Chorus And 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
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