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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 |
