Wha the deil hae we got for a king?/Dulce Domum

by Anonymous

For other versions of this work, see Dulce Domum (song).

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DULCE DOMUM.

Deep in a vale a cottage stood,
Oft sought by trav'lers weary,
And long it prov'd the blest abode
Of Edward and of Mary,
For her he'd chase the mountain goat,
O'er Alps and glaciers bounding;
For her the chamois he would shoot,
Dark horrors all surrounding:
But ev'ning come,
He sought his home,
While anxious, lovely woman,
She hail'd the sight,
And ev'ry night
The cottage rung,
As they sung,
Oh! dulce, dulce domum!

But soon, alas! this scene of bliss
Was chang'd to prospect dreary;
For war and honor roas'd each Swiss,
And Edward left his Mary.
To bold St. Gothard's height he rush'd,
'Gainst Gallia's foes contending;
And, by unequal numbers crush'd,
He died his land defending.
The evening come,
He sought not home,
Whilst she, distracted woman,
Grown wild with dread,
Now seeks him dead,
And hears the knell
That bids farewell
To dulce, dulce domum.