| When boyhood’s fire was in my blood
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| I read of ancient freemen
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| Of Greece and Rome who bravely stood
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| Three hundred men and three men
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| And then I prayed I yet might see
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| Our fetters rent in twain
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| And Ireland long a province be
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| A nation once again
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| A nation once again, a nation once again
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| And Ireland long a province be a nation once again
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| And from that time through wildest woe
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| That hope has shown a far light
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| Nor could love’s brightest summer glow
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| Outshine that solemn starlight
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| It seem to watch above my head
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| Through foreign fields and fame
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| It’s angel voice sang 'round my bed
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| A nation once again
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| A nation once again, a nation once again
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| And Ireland long a province be a nation once again
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| So as I grew from boy to man
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| I bent me to my bidding
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| My spirit of each selfish plan
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| And cruel passion ridding
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| For thus I hope some day to wake
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| Nor can such hope be vain
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| When my dear country shall be made
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| A nation once again
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| A nation once again
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| A nation once again
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| And Ireland long a province be
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| A nation once again |