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HOME, SWEET HOME. Sen to musie by Bishop Mid pleasures, and palaces, tho' 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 dazzles in vain, O give me my lowly thatch'd cottage again; The birds singing gaily that came at my call, Give me them, with thy peace of mind, dearer than all. Home, home, sweet, sweet home, • There's no place like home-t here's no place like home.