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You may talk of the land that gave Patrick fame, The land of the Ocean and Anglean Name, With the red blushing roses and Shamrock green, For dearer to me are the hills of the north, The land of blue mountains, the birth-place worth, Those hills where freedom has plac’d her abode, And those wide spreading glens where no ever trode, Where grows the red heather And Thistle so green.

Though rich be the soil where blossoms the And bleak are our mountains and covered with snows; Where grows the red heather and Thistle so green, Yet, for friendship sincere, and for loyalty true, And for courage so bold. that ne’er foe subdue, Unmatched is our country, unrivall’d our And lovely and true are the Nymphs on plains,