| Song | A Nation Once Again |
| Artist | Wolfe Tones |
| Album | Live Alive-Oh |
| 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! |
| 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! |