She is 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 virture still reward her,
No foe could cross her border,
No friend within it pine.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.–Thomas Davis.
Edwardsville Intelligencer (Edwardsville, Illinois) Mar 16, 1892
Tags: 1892, Ireland, Patriotic Poetry, Poetry, St. Patrick's Day, Thomas Davis
