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HOME, SWEET HOME.
’Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam,
Be it ever so humble, there’s no place like home;
A charm from the skies seems to hallow us there,
Which seek through the world, is ne’er met with elsewhere.
Home, home, sweet, sweet home,
There’s no place like home, there’s no
place like home.
An exile from home, splendour dazzels in vain,
O give me my lowly thatched cottage again;
The birds singing gaily, that came at my call,
Give me them, with the peace of mind, dearer than all
Home, home, &c.
The fond mother’s son, when he leaves his loved shore
He thinks on that home he will never see more;
Amidst all his travels, whilst abroad he does roam,
He sighs and exclaims, there’s no place like home.
Home, home, &c.
The sailor, likewise, sails where billows do foam,
Amidst different wonders he still thinks on home;
He thinks on those days that are long past and gone
And with watery eyes, drops tears for his home.
Home home, &c.
