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When boyhood's fire was in my blood
I read of ancient freemen,
For old Japan who bravely stood,
Four hundred brave and free men;**
And then I prayed I yet might see
Our fetters rent in twain,
And Dear Japan, long a province, be.
A Nation once again!

A Nation once again,
A Nation once again,
And Dear Japan, 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 our own hand,
And through a long campaign;
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!


* original tune and lyrics (
** see Battle of Shiroyama (