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Lays from the West by M. A. Nicholl
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To raise the song--Our Native Land!

Our Native Land! Our Native Land!
May countless blessings on her smile
May dove-eyed Peace her lily-wand
Wave o'er pure Emerald Isle--
Her sons, united brethren, stand,
To raise the song--Our Native Land!

Our Native Land! Our Native Land!
Let patriot voices join the song,
And swell the chorus high and grand,
Till every breeze shall bear it on.
O'er flowery mead and wave-kissed strand
Loud let it ring--Our Native Land!

Our Native Land! Our Native Land!
Let Erin's sense the notes prolong,
Together joined-a mighty band
United by one common song.
'Tis Honour's right-her just command
Then let us love Our Native Land!




TO THE SEA.


Oh! rolling waves, while ye sing around me,
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