r national poet says this land of such dear souls this dear dear land now out i die  like to attendment or pelting farm
As our national poet says: 'This land of such dear souls, this dear dear land, ... is now leased out I die pronouncing it like to a tenement or pelting farm.'
our national poet says: 'This land of such dear souls, this dear dear land, now out I die it like to a tenement or pelting farm.'