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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