When boyhood's fire was in my blood I read of ancient freemen,

For Greece and Rome who bravely stood, three hundred men and free men,

And there 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's whisper'd too that freedom's ark and service high and holy,

Would be prepared by feelings dark, and passion 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.

*chorus*

And as I grew from boy to man, I bent me to that bidding

The spirit of each selfish plan, with crueler passion ridding

But yet I hoped some day to aid - oh, can such hope be vain?

When my dear country will be made a nation once again.

*chorus x2*