This Native Land of Mine

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 hers are braver,

Her women's hearts ne'er waver;

I'd freely die to save her

And think my my lot divine.

She is not dull or cold land;

No! She's a warm and old land;

Oh! She's a true and old land-

This native land of mine.

Oh! She's a fresh and fair land,

Oh! She's a true and rate land,

Yes, She's rare and fair land,

This native land or mine.

-Thomas Davis