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MISC IRISH

#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## Received: from animal-farm.nevada.edu by redrock.nevada.edu (5.65c/M1.4) with SMTP id ; Fri, 25 Jun 1993 11:44:35 -0700 Received: from sulu.orl.mmc.com by animal-farm.nevada.edu id ; Fri, 25 Jun 1993 11:44:32 -0700 Message-Id: <199306251844.AA17524@animal-farm.nevada.edu> Received: by sulu.orl.mmc.com (1.37.109.4/16.2) id AA13679; Fri, 25 Jun 93 14:43:39 -0400 From: Wes Jester Subject: /IRISH/A_Nation_Once_Again.crd To: jamesb@animal-farm.nevada.edu (jamesb@nevada.edu) Date: Fri, 25 Jun 93 14:43:38 EDT Mailer: Elm [revision: 70.85] A Nation Once Again CAPO none G When boyhoods fire was in my blood C D7 G I read of ancient freemen Em G C For Greece and Rome who bravely stood Am D7 Three hundred men and three men D And then I prayed I might yet see C A7 B7 Our fetters rent in twain C Cm D And Ireland long a province be G D G A nation once again C CHORUS: A nation once again Am D7 A nation once again G Em C D And Ireland long a province be G D G A nation once again And from that time through wildest woe That hope has shone a far light Nor could loves 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 CHO: It whisperd too that freedoms ark And service high and holy Would be profaned by feelings dark And passions vain or lowly For, freedom comes form Gods right hand And needs a godly train And righteous men must make our land A nation once agian CHO: 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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