There is a land where Freedom dwells
A land where all are blest,
A land that holds the glorious tombs
Of heroes now at rest;
That land I love, it is my home,
Of it I boast, ’tis well!
The blood that courses thro’ my veins
No brighter birth may tell.
There is a land where Freedom dwells
A land where all are blest,
A land that holds the glorious tombs
Of heroes now at rest;
That land I love, it is my home,
Of it I boast, ’tis well!
The blood that courses thro’ my veins
No brighter birth may tell.