HOME.
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Sweet home Of my childhood thy name revere,
Thy bosom enfolds all my heart holds most dear,
In the spirit Of youth, in the freshness of glee,
lsousht but tor pleasure, and found it in thee.
Thy hills and thy valleys, SO verdant, so fair,
Where the breath of sweet flowers borne on the air
Where the bright face Of nature is smiling in bloom,
All, shall forget thee No, tits not thy doom.
wander afar from the land Of the brave,


To the isles of the savage, far, far DER the wave;
Yet, friends of my boyhood, where'er may roam,
Ishall always remember, there place like home.