| When boyhood’s fire was in my blood
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| I read of ancient freemen
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| For 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
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| A Nation once again
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| And lreland, long a province, be
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| A Nation once again!
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| And from that time, through wildest woe
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| That hope has shone 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 seemed to watch above my head
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| In forum, field and fane
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| Its angel voice sang round my bed
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| A Nation once again!
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| It whisper’d too, that freedom’s ark
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| And service high and holy
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| Would be profaned by feelings dark
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| And passions vain or lowly;
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| For, Freedom comes from God’s right hand
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| And needs a Godly train;
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| And righteous men must make our land
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| A Nation once again!
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| So, as I grew from boy to man
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| I bent me to that 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 hoped some day to aid
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| Oh, can such hope be vain?
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| When my dear country shall be made
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| A Nation once again! |