My Land

c505218304b50c59c3659f6dda43bae7-links-13–>c505218304b50c59c3659f6dda43bae7-links-12–>c505218304b50c59c3659f6dda43bae7-links-11–>c505218304b50c59c3659f6dda43bae7-links-10–>c505218304b50c59c3659f6dda43bae7-links-9–>c505218304b50c59c3659f6dda43bae7-links-8–>c505218304b50c59c3659f6dda43bae7-links-7–>c505218304b50c59c3659f6dda43bae7-links-6–>c505218304b50c59c3659f6dda43bae7-links-5–>c505218304b50c59c3659f6dda43bae7-links-4–>c505218304b50c59c3659f6dda43bae7-links-3–>c505218304b50c59c3659f6dda43bae7-links-2–>c505218304b50c59c3659f6dda43bae7-links-1–>c505218304b50c59c3659f6dda43bae7-links-0–>p class=”MsoNormal”>On the ninetieth anniversary of the Easter Rising, it may be appropriate to reflect on the words of an earlier patriot, recently referred to by one of our regulars on Discussions – the Protestant patriot Thomas Davis.

She is a rich and rare land

Oh she’s a fresh and fair land;

She is a dear and rare land

This native land of mine.


No men than hers are braver,

Her women’s hearts ne’er waver;

I’d freely die to save her

And think my lot divine.

She’s not a dull or cold land,

No, she’s a warm and bold land,

Oh, she’s a true and old land

This native land of mine.


Could beauty ever guard her

And virtue still reward her

No foe would cross her border –

No friend within it pine.


Oh, she’s a fresh and fair land,

Oh, she’s a true and rare land,

Yes, she’s a rare and fair land,

This native land of mine.

P.S. Sorry about the ‘Protestant patriot’! No, I don’t know what that is either!

It’s just that so many of our finest – those whose reputation endured, belonged to the Protestant faith.   

Is there a lesson in there somewhere?

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