My Own Native Land
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โฑ๏ธ 3:59 duration
๐ ID: 26678303
๐ Lyrics
There'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 heard 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 over you and sad desolation
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 green valleys and murmuring fountains
I love you a chuisle, my own dear native land
It's an island of purity, holy and grand
Its name fills its daughters, and sons with emotion
When they are heard 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 over you and sad desolation
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 green valleys and murmuring fountains
I love you a chuisle, my own dear native land
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:00.59] There's a dear little isle in the Western Ocean
[00:14.70] It's an island of purity, holy and grand
[00:24.63] Its name fills its daughters, and sons with emotion
[00:37.17] When they are heard on a far distant strand
[00:47.56] 'Tis Ireland, my country, the birthplace of heroes
[00:59.56] The home of the patriot, warrior and sage
[01:09.31] Of bards and of chieftains whose names live in story
[01:21.25] May they live forever on history's page
[01:33.92] You once were a proud and a glorious nation
[01:45.47] Your name and your fame were known all over the world
[01:54.81] 'Til misfortune came over you and sad desolation
[02:07.85] Your emerald banner in slavery lay unfurled
[02:21.49] They tortured your children, they spoiled your green banner
[02:33.53] They tried to exterminate you long, long, long ago
[02:42.49] But the Irish are somehow like wild, creeping flowers
[02:55.35] The faster you pluck them, the quicker they seem to grow
[03:08.96] I love every blade of grass, green on your mountains
[03:20.71] Every leaf on your tree, and every rock on your strand
[03:30.58] I love your green valleys and murmuring fountains
[03:42.87] I love you a chuisle, my own dear native land
[03:58.59]
[00:14.70] It's an island of purity, holy and grand
[00:24.63] Its name fills its daughters, and sons with emotion
[00:37.17] When they are heard on a far distant strand
[00:47.56] 'Tis Ireland, my country, the birthplace of heroes
[00:59.56] The home of the patriot, warrior and sage
[01:09.31] Of bards and of chieftains whose names live in story
[01:21.25] May they live forever on history's page
[01:33.92] You once were a proud and a glorious nation
[01:45.47] Your name and your fame were known all over the world
[01:54.81] 'Til misfortune came over you and sad desolation
[02:07.85] Your emerald banner in slavery lay unfurled
[02:21.49] They tortured your children, they spoiled your green banner
[02:33.53] They tried to exterminate you long, long, long ago
[02:42.49] But the Irish are somehow like wild, creeping flowers
[02:55.35] The faster you pluck them, the quicker they seem to grow
[03:08.96] I love every blade of grass, green on your mountains
[03:20.71] Every leaf on your tree, and every rock on your strand
[03:30.58] I love your green valleys and murmuring fountains
[03:42.87] I love you a chuisle, my own dear native land
[03:58.59]