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There's a little lane without a turning On the way to home sweet home, There's a little mother always yearning For the ones that long to roam— There's a road that leads to strangers, That's where friendship parts; Another leads to dangers, And it's paved with broken hearts. Take a little lane without a turning On the way to home sweet home.

There's a light shining bright in a window to-night In a home across the sea; There's a dear old mother thinks there is no other Little boy in the world like me. There's a grand old daddie, proud of his laddie Doing his bit across the foam. And I know they'll keep that light in the window bright Until the boys come home.

There's an old-fashioned house in an old-fashioned street In a quaint little old-fashioned town; There's a street where the cobble stones harass the feet As it straggles up hill and then down; And, though to and fro through the world I must go, My heart while it beats in my breast, Where e'er I may roam, to that old-fashioned home Will fly back like a bird to its nest.

In that old-fashioned house in that old-fashioned street Dwell a dear little old-fashioned pair, I can see their two faces, so tender and sweet, And I love ev'ry wrinkle that's there. I love ev'ry mouse in that old-fashioned house, In the street that runs up hill and down, Each stone and each stick, ev'ry cobble and brick In that quaint little old-fashioned town.