2 acessos
When boyhood's fire was in my blood
I read of ancient freemen,
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 province, be
A nation once again!
A nation once again,
A nation once again,
And ireland, long a province, be
A nation once again!
And from that time, through wildest woe,
That hope has shown a far light,
Nor could love's brightest summer glow
Outshine that solemn starlight;
It seemed to watch above my head
In forum, field and fame,
Its angel voice sang round my bed,
A nation once again.
It whisper'd too, that freedom's ark,
And service high and holy,
Would be profaned by feeling 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!