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Verse 1
G
When boyhood's fire was in my blood
C G
I read of ancient freeman
G
For Greece and Rome who bravely stood
C Am D
Three hundred men and three men
D
And then I prayed I yet might see
C G
Our fetters rent in twain
C Am D
And Ireland long a province be
G
A nation once again
Chorus
G C
A nation once again
Am D
A nation once again
G C
And Ireland long a province be
Am D G
A nation once again
Verse 2
It whispered too that freeedom's ark
That service high and holy
Would be profaned by 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
Chorus
Verse 3
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 hoped some day to aid
Oh can such hope be vain
When my dear country should be made
A nation once again
Chorus
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