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8         Home, sweet Home. Mid pleasures and palaces, though we mar roam Re it ever so humble, there's no place like home A charm from the skies seems to hallow us there Which, seek thro’ the world, is ne'er met will elsewhere. Home, home ! sweet, sweet home ! There's no place like home ! there’s no place like home.

An exile from home, splendour dazzles in vain ! Oh ! give me my lowly thatch’d cottage again, 1 The birds singing gaily, that came at my call, Give me them, with the peace of mind, dearer than all. Home, home! sweet, sweet home ! There’s no place like home! there's no place like home !

Had I a Cave. Had I a cave on some wild distant shore. Where the winds howl to the wave’s dashing roar, There would I weep my woes, There seek my lost repose, Till grief my eyes should close. Ne’er to wake more. Falsest of womankind, canst thou declare A'i thy fond plighted vows—fleeting as sir ! To thy new lover hie, Laugh o’er thy perjury, Then in thy bosom try What peace is there.