Song | A Nation Once Again |
Artist | Wolfe Tones |
Album | Live Alive-Oh |
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作曲 : Davis, Traditional | |
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! |
zuo qu : Davis, Traditional | |
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 nbsp? | |
When my dear country shall be made | |
A Nation once again! |
zuò qǔ : Davis, Traditional | |
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 nbsp? | |
When my dear country shall be made | |
A Nation once again! |