When boyhoods fire was in my blood, I read of ancient free men
For Greece and Rome who bravely stood three hundred men and three men
And then I prayed I yet might see our fetters rent in twain
And Ireland long a Provence be a nation once again
A nation once again, a nation once again
And Ireland long a Provence be a nation once again
It whispered to that freedoms ark and service high and holy
Would be prepared my feelings dark and passions 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
A nation once again, a nation once again
And Ireland long a Provence be a nation once again
So as I grew from boy to man I bent me to that bidding
My spirit of each selfish plan and cruel passion ridding
For thus I hope some day to aid oh can such hope be vain
When my dear country should be made a nation once again
A nation once again, a nation once again
And Ireland long a Provence be a nation once again