_My Land_
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 ne'er 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.
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.