A Nation Once Again

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

It whisper'd too that freedom's ark

And service high and holy

Would be profaned by feelings 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

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