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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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For 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, \\
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A Nation once again, \\
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And lreland, long a province, be \\
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A Nation once again! \\}
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And from that time, through wildest woe, \\
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That hope has shone 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 seemed to watch above my head \\
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In forum, field and fane, \\
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Its angel voice sang round my bed, \\
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A Nation once again! \\
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It whisper'd too, that freedom's ark \\
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And service high and holy, \\
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Would be profaned by feelings dark \\
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And passions vain or lowly; \\
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For, Freedom comes from God's right hand, \\
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And needs a Godly train; \\
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And righteous men must make our land \\
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A Nation once again! \\
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So, as I grew from boy to man, \\
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I bent me to that 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 hoped some day to aid, \\
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Oh, 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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\textit{[Chorus] \\}
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