Dear Land of the West

Dear Land of the West was a patriotic song from the Confederate States of Earth, written as an ode to the lands of the Western Hemisphere, which made up the Confederacy.

Penned in 20 BBY, the song sung of the author's love of their Western land, as well as the Union of Earth States, referred as "Tyrants" in the song, and how the Union wants to crush the West, spill her blood and shackle her in tyranny, only for her sons, however, to prevent this plan ever coming to fruition.

The song grew popular, and was submitted into the Second Edition of the popular Confederate songbook titled Patriotic Songs and Anthems of Confederate Earth.

The bright rose of beauty, unnurtured by art,

And purity's lily does thrive in your heart,

While Honour has crowned you with glory's bright shine,

and Flora has decked you with flowers a-fine.

''Oh, beautiful West! Cherished home of my birth,''

You fairest, you loveliest land of the Earth!

My heart, like the Ivy, still unto you,

Oh, beautiful, beautiful, land of the free!

''The West! The West! My own beautiful West!''

Land of Chivalry, Home of Liberty,

Fondly I love you, dear land of the West!

''Dear land of the West! Dear land of the West!''

Dear Liberty, Virtue and Truth most sublime,

The flowers that bloom in the sun smiling clime,

And those the base Tyrant would crush to the Earth,

and mangle and bruise on the soil of their birth.

All crimson your land with the life-glowing flood,

and dabble his hands in your heart's reeking blood!

But, oh, by the God of the righteous and free,

''Bright region! It never, no never shall be.''

''The West! The West! My own beautiful West!''

Land of Chivalry, Home of Liberty,

Fondly I love you, dear land of the West!

''Dear land of the West! Dear land of the West!''

Like swarms of foul Demons, his minions came down,

With their war-bloodied weapons firing all around,

to fright your fair fields with their bloody alarm,

and rob you, dear land, of all your fine charms.

But, your free spirit still flies on the swift gale,

like the Eagle that sweeps o'er the mountain and dale,

And your seas, they rush forward with the courage of men,

to fight, and to bleed, and to conquer again!

''The West! The West! My own beautiful West!''

Land of Chivalry, Home of Liberty,

Fondly I love you, dear land of the West!

''Dear land of the West! Dear land of the West!''

The tyrant with shackles would manacle thee,

would strangle your spirit, dear land of the free,

Would trample the banner of the right in the dust,

and yoke you with iron, dear Queen of the Just!

But the hearts of your sons, unappalled by a fear,

As their rifles leap up and flash in the air,

Now swear that it never - No! Never shall be,

Bright Queen of the lovely - Sweet home of the free!

''The West! The West! My own beautiful West!''

Land of Chivalry, Home of Liberty,

Fondly I love you, dear land of the West!

''Dear land of the West! Dear land of the West!''