Wae's me for Prince Charlie (2)/Sweet Home

Sweet Home.

‘Mid pleaures 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.

⟨The⟩ poor sailor boy, as oer billows he roam,
⟨Oft⟩ sighs for the ⟨cot⟩ he has left far at Home,
⟨And⟩ the sweet village bells so pleasant and gay,
⟨And⟩ the lass that he loves who is far, far away

⟨In⟩ exile from Homes splendour dazzles in vain,
⟨O,⟩ give me my lovely thatched cottage again,
⟨The⟩ birds singing ⟨gaily⟩ that came at my call,
⟨Give⟩ me them with the peace of mind dearer than all.