[00:00.000] 作曲 : Davis, Traditional
[00:02.444]When boyhood's fire was in my blood
[00:07.197]I read of ancient freemen,
[00:11.444]For Greece and Rome who bravely stood,
[00:16.447]Three hundred men and three men;
[00:21.207]And then I prayed I yet might see
[00:25.943]Our fetters rent in twain,
[00:30.444]And Ireland, long a province,be
[00:35.201]A Nation once again!
[00:39.946]A Nation once again，
[00:44.448]A Nation once again，
[00:49.200]And Ireland, long a province, be
[00:53.698]A Nation once again!
[00:58.949]It whisper'd too, that freedom's ark
[01:03.700]And service high and holy,
[01:07.960]Would be profaned by feelings dark
[01:12.951]And passions vain or lowly;
[01:17.446]For, Freedom comes from God's right hand,
[01:22.451]And needs a Godly train;
[01:26.701]And righteous men must make our land
[01:31.443]A Nation once again!
[01:36.198]A Nation once again
[01:40.939]A Nation once again,
[01:45.449]And Ireland, long a province, be
[01:50.200]A Nation once again!
[01:54.949]So, as I grew from boy to man,
[01:59.948]I bent me to that bidding
[02:04.443]My spirit of each selfish plan
[02:09.199]And cruel passion ridding;
[02:13.697]For, thus I hoped some day to aid,
[02:18.697]Oh, can such hope be vain?
[02:22.948]When my dear country shall be made
[02:27.698]A Nation once again!
[02:32.442]A Nation once again
[02:37.192]A Nation once again,
[02:41.709]And Ireland, long a province, be
[02:46.445]A Nation once again!

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 Ireland, long a province, be
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!
A Nation once again
A Nation once again,
And Ireland, long a province, be
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!
A Nation once again
A Nation once again,
And Ireland, long a province, be
A Nation once again!