Thomas Osborne Davis

(14 October 1814 - 16 September 1845 / Mallow / Ireland)

My Land - Poem by Thomas Osborne 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.


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  • Margaret O Driscoll Margaret O Driscoll (8/25/2016 3:38:00 PM)

    I well remember this poem from school days! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, October 13, 2010



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