Notice how the whole meaning of the song can be changed, just by changing the word, "Ireland", in the original, to "Dixie". Theoretically, you could make it fit any country you wanted it to. But I've always loved the song, and thought it was just BEGGING to be turned into a Southron Nationalist anthem, so here 'tis. ---CGO
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A NATION ONCE AGAIN
by Thomas Davis
When boyhood's fire was in my blood
I read of ancient freemen
Of Greece and Rome, who bravely stood
Three hundred men and three men
'Twas then I swore someday to see
Our fetters rent in twain
And Dixie, 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 hover o'er my head
In forum, field and fen
Its angel voice sang 'round my bed:
“A nation once again!”
It whispered low that Freedom's Arc
And service, high and holy
Would be profaned by feelings dark
And passions vain and lowly
For Freedom comes from God's Right Hand
And leads 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,
Because I hoped, someday, to aid
Oh, can such Hope be vain?
That my dear country should be made
A nation once again!
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A NATION ONCE AGAIN
by Thomas Davis
When boyhood's fire was in my blood
I read of ancient freemen
Of Greece and Rome, who bravely stood
Three hundred men and three men
'Twas then I swore someday to see
Our fetters rent in twain
And Dixie, 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 hover o'er my head
In forum, field and fen
Its angel voice sang 'round my bed:
“A nation once again!”
It whispered low that Freedom's Arc
And service, high and holy
Would be profaned by feelings dark
And passions vain and lowly
For Freedom comes from God's Right Hand
And leads 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,
Because I hoped, someday, to aid
Oh, can such Hope be vain?
That my dear country should be made
A nation once again!
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