verse 1: 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 verse 2: 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 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 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