O Land of legend

O Land of legend, my pearl of the Orient,
Born say some, of mythical arrow,
Which the Pandavs beheld in travel afar,
Whose river is sacred, even if shallow
Where the temple God rides his Chariot car

O Land of legend, my pearl of the Orient,
Where the Saint sleeps his Incorrupt Slumber,
Whose splendor did challenge Rome at par
For God’s churches grand, many did number
And whose Padre, Lanka failed to bar

O Land of legend, my pearl of the Orient,
Of Miranda’s sketch and Remo’s song,
Of Lata’s roots and Faria’s mystic art.
Where Bruno and Leander did so belong
From whose shores did many great men so part.

O Land of legend, my pearl of the Orient,
Where love of fish keeps men in amity
And chouris and Pork keep Catholics content
Where rice be enjoyed with wondrous curry
And on good drink need little money spent

O Land of legend, my pearl of the Orient,
Whose beaches of silver do strangers draw,
Whose fall of water is much of splendor
Whose forests give home to many a paw,
Whose buildings old show majesty, grandeur

O Land of legend, my pearl of the Orient,
Her every son, a song doth sing
To Caesar his share, to God his due
Whose farmer be content as King
And with warmth embrace a culture new

O Land of legend, my pearl of the Orient,
Blessed am I, to be born of thee
Thought I live far, my heart is not here
Your shores forever, prosperous be
And may I return to you who are dear