Native soil

To my native soil
You are the only royal
For which we will remain loyal.


To your feet I will bow
Your enemies will remain below
No one can show there intense though
If anyone try to show
There head we will blow.

Your head will held high
If anyone deny
Or have a foul means to try
We will stand by
Put down there eye
Or else they will die.

Your flag will held high
Even in dry
In the blue sky
With winds flutter & fly
Your value it imply
If others try to be sly
We will make them cry.