Recorded by the Clancy Brothers and T. Makem on "Wrap the Green Flag"
Suggested Key=G

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          When boyhoods 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 might yet 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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          Chorus:   A nation once again
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                    A nation once again
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                    And Ireland long a province be
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                    A nation once again

          And from that time through wildest woe
          That hope has shone a far light
          Nor could loves brightest summer glow
          Outshine that solemn starlight
          It seemed to watch above my head
          In forum, field and fane
          Its angel voice sang round my bed
          A nation once again

          Chorus:

          It whisperd too that freedoms ark
          And service high and holy
          Would be profaned by feelings dark
          And passions vain or lowly
          For, freedom comes form Gods right hand
          And needs a godly train
          And righteous men must make our land
          A nation once agian

          Chorus:

          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 shall be made
          A nation once again.