Текст песни A Nation Once Again - Paddy Reilly
                                                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 
                                                lreland, 
                                                long 
                                                    a 
                                                province, 
                                                be
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                Nation 
                                                once 
                                                again!
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                from 
                                                that 
                                                time, 
                                                through 
                                                wildest 
                                                woe,
 
                                    
                                
                                                That 
                                                hope 
                                                has 
                                                shone 
                                                    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 
                                                fane,
 
                                    
                                
                                                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 
                                                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!
 
                                    
                                
                                                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!
 
                                    
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