Thomas Osborne Davis (Томас Осборн Дэвис)

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.

1. A Song for the Irish Militia
2. The Surprise of Cremona
3. Nationality
4. The Vow of Tipperary
5. Love and War

Arthur Adams (Артур Адамс) My Land ("A NEW land, like a stainless flower set")

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