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. |