A Nation Once Again

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When boyhoods fire was in my blood, I read of ancient free men
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For Greece and Rome who bravely stood three hundred men and three men
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And then I prayed I yet might see our fetters rent in twain
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And Ireland long a Provence be a nation once again

[CHORUS]
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A nation once again, a nation once again
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And Ireland long a Provence be a nation once again


[VERSE 2]
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And from that time through wildest woe that hope has shone a far light
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Nor could loves brightest summer glow outshine that solemn starlight
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It seemed to watch above my head in forum, field and fane
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Its angel voice sang round my bed a nation once again

[CHORUS]
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A nation once again, a nation once again
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And Ireland long a Provence be a nation once again


[VERSE 3]
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It whispered to that freedoms ark and service high and holy
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Would be prepared my feelings dark and passions vain or lowly
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For freedom comes from God’s right hand and needs a godly train
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And righteous men must make our land a nation once again

[CHORUS]
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A nation once again, a nation once again
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And Ireland long a Provence be a nation once again


[VERSE 4]
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So as I grew from boy to man I bent me to that bidding
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My spirit of each selfish plan and cruel passion ridding
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For thus I hope some day to aid oh can such hope be vain
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When my dear country should be made a nation once again

[CHORUS]
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A nation once again, a nation once again
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And Ireland long a Provence be a nation once again