A Nation Once Again

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

Of Greece and Rome who bravely stood 300 men and 3 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

And from that time through wildest woe that hope has shown a far light

Nor could love's brightest summer glow outshine that solemn starlight

It seem to watch above my head through foreign fields and fame

A nation once again, .....

So as I grew from boy to man, I bent me to my bidding

My spirit of each selfish plan and cruel passion ridding

For thus I hope some day to wake nor can such hope be vain

When my dear country shall be made a nation once again

A nation once again, .....

T & M: Thomas Osborne Davis 1844