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Ne'er more may I behold thee,
Or to this heart enfold thee;
With spear and pennon glancing
I see the foe advancing.
I think of thee with longing,
Think thou, when tears are thronging,
That with my last faint sighing,
I'll whisper soft, while dying.
Home, Sweet Home
Mid pleasures 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,
Oh, there's no place like home.
I gaze on the moon as I tread the dreary wild
And feel that my mother now thinks of her child,
As she looks on that moon from our own cottage door,
Thro' the wood-bine whose fragrance shall cheer me no more.
An exile from home, splendor dazzles in vain,
Oh, give me my lowly thatched, cottage again,
The birds singing gaily, that came at my call;
Give me them, and that peace of mind dearer that all.
We'll Never Let Our Old Flag Fall
(Copyrighted by Chappell & Co., Ltd.)
We'll never let our old flag fall,
For we love it the best of all,
We don't want to fight to' show our might,
But when we start, we'll fight, fight, fight.
In peace or war, our voices ring,
"My Country, 'Tis of Thee" we sing,
At the sound of her call, we'll show them all,
We'll never let our old flag fall.
(Copyrighted by William Jerome Publishing Corporation)
Over there--over there--send the word, send the word, over there
That the Yanks are coming, the Yanks are coming, -
The drums rumtumming ev'rywhere--
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