My
Land
Thomas Osborne Davis
She
is a rich and rare land;
Oh! she's a fresh and fair land;
She is a dear and rare land -
This native land of mine.
No
men than her's are braver -
her women's hearts never waver;
I'd freely die to save her,
And think my lot divine.
She's
not a dull or cold land;
No! She's a warm and bold land;
Oh! she's a true and old land -
This native land of mine.
Could
beauty ever guard her,
And virtue still reward her,
no foe would cross her border -
no friend within it pine!
Oh"
she's a fresh and fair land;
Oh! she's a true and rare land;
Yes! She's a rare and fair land -
This native land of mine.
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