My Land

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.