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My Own Dear Native Land
(Traditional)

here's a dear little isle in the Western Ocean
IT'S AN island of purity, holy and grand
ITS name fills its daughters and sons with emotion
When THEY ARE APART ON a far distant STRAND.
It's Ireland, MY COUNTRY, the birthplace of heroes
The home of the patriot, warrior and sage
Of bards and chieftains whose names live in story
May they live forever on history's page.

You once were a proud and a glorious nation
Your name and your fame were known all o'er the world
'Til misfortune came o'er you and sad desolation
And the emerald banner in slavery lay unfurled.
They tortured your children, THEY spoiled your green BANNER
They tried to exterminate you long, long, LONG ago
But the Irish are somehow like wild, creeping flowers
The faster you pluck them, the quicker they SEEM TO grow.

I love every blade of grass green on your mountain,
Every leaf on your tree AND every rock on your strand
I love your green VALLEYS and murmuring fountains
I love you, Acushla, my own dear native land.