D                                G       A       D
When boyhoods fire was in my blood, I read of ancient free men
    D                                       G       Em      A
For Greece and Rome who bravely stood three hundred men and three men
    A                                 G               D
And then I prayed I yet might see our fetters rent in twain
    G              A             D      A    D
And Ireland long a Provence be a nation once again

[CHORUS]
  D           G        Em           A
A nation once again, a nation once again
    D              G        A    D      A     D
And Ireland long a Provence be a nation once again


[VERSE 2]
     D                                       G         A         D
And from that time through wildest woe that hope has shone a far light
     D                                    G          Em      A
Nor could loves brightest summer glow outshine that solemn starlight
    A                                 G               D
It seemed to watch above my head in forum, field and fane
    G                   A           D       A    D
Its angel voice sang round my bed a nation once again

[CHORUS]
  D           G        Em           A
A nation once again, a nation once again
    D              G        A    D      A     D
And Ireland long a Provence be a nation once again

 
[VERSE 3]
   D                                  G       A        D
It whispered to that freedoms ark and service high and holy
      D                                G        Em      A
Would be prepared my feelings dark and passions vain or lowly
    A                                       G             D
For freedom comes from God’s right hand and needs a godly train
    G                  A               D      A    D
And righteous men must make our land a nation once again

[CHORUS]
  D           G        Em           A
A nation once again, a nation once again
    D              G        A    D      A     D
And Ireland long a Provence be a nation once again

 
[VERSE 4]
   D                           G       A       D
So as I grew from boy to man I bent me to that bidding
   D                               G     Em      A
My spirit of each selfish plan and cruel passion ridding
    A                              G                D
For thus I hope some day to aid oh can such hope be vain
     G               A                D      A    D
When my dear country should be made a nation once again 

[CHORUS]
  D           G        Em           A
A nation once again, a nation once again
    D              G        A    D      A     D
And Ireland long a Provence be a nation once again