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Now Parents, with a cheerful voice,
Shall welcome to their native place,
The darlings of their age,
And cheerful around their evening fire,
Chat o'er their toils and troubles dire,
While long they did engage.
O, may the few who such shall miss,
Be soothed by some unseen bliss,
To heal the pangs of woe;
And let them think that thousands more,
Are lifeless laid upon the shore,
Neglected long ago.
O, may this Island never trace,
Again the scourge of human race,
Upon her fertile coast,
But may her favourite King live long,
And be the theme of loyal song,
'Till time itself is lost.
Harvest Home.
Come Roger, come Nell,
Come Sinkia, come Bell,
Each lad with his lass, hither come,
With singing and dancing,
In pleasures advancing,
To celebrate harvest home,
For Ceres bids play,
And keep holiday,
To celebrate harvest home, harvest home,
To celebrate harvest home.
