My Land

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Title:     My Land
Author: Thomas Davis [More Titles by Davis]

I.

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.

II.

No men than her's are braver--
Her women's hearts ne'er waver;
I'd freely die to save her,
And think my lot divine.

III.

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.

IV.

Could beauty ever guard her,
And virtue still reward her,
No foe would cross her border--
No friend within it pine!

V.

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.

[The end]
Thomas Davis's poem: My Land

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