Kat
katlaughing,
I think that this is the one you want.

MY OWN NATIVE LAND

There's a dear little isle in the westerly ocean
It's an island of beauty, holy and grand
It's name fills its daughters and sons with emotion
When they are at hand on a far distant strand

'Tis Ireland, my country, the birthplace of heroes
The home of the patriot, warrior, and sage
Of bards and of 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 over the world
'Til misfortune came o'er you and sadness elation(?)
Your 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 mountains
Every leaf on your tree and every rock on your strand
I love your yon valleys and murmuring fountains
I love you, Ireland, my own dear native land

Hope that helps.

Rebecca
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