My Land - No foe would cross her border---No friend within...

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My Land By Thomas Osborne Davis 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 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, Could beauty ever guard her, And virtue still reward her,
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Unformatted text preview: No foe would cross her border---No friend within it pine. Oh! Shes a fresh and fair land, Oh! Shes a true and rare land! Yes, shes a rare and fair land---This native land of mine. I like this poem because it sounds very patriotic and makes me feel lucky to be living in such a good country. I also like this poem because your land is like your home and you should feel good about it....
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