| The sun on the rim of the hill
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| Overlooking all that I love
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| Lights up every leaf and blade
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| Birds circling high above
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| With trembling hand
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| I reach down and say
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| ‽This is my landâ€
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| This land will pass on to my child
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| When he’s grown
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| To love it as much as I
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| For all the sons gone by
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| And when he’s a man
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| He’ll do what he can
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| For this my land
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| This is my land
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| When young men die in glory
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| And for freedom take their stand
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| May they sing this same proud story
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| This is my land
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| When life fades away
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| And my body is laid to rest in the ground
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| May this comfort fill my soul
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| Here on the land, I know
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| That those after me, say with much dignity
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| «This is my land, this is my land» |