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Home no more home to me, whither must I wander? |
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Hunger my driver, I go where I must. |
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Cold blows the winter wind over hill and heather; |
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Thick drives the rain, and my roof is in the dust. |
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Loved of wise men was the shade of my roof-tree. |
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The true word of welcome was spoken in the door -- |
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Dear days of old, with the faces in the firelight, |
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Kind folks of old, you come again no more. |
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Home was home then, my dear, full of kindly faces, |
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Home was home then, my dear, happy for the child. |
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Fire and the windows bright glittered on the moorland; |
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Song, tuneful song, built a palace in the wild. |
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Now, when day dawns on the brow of the moorland, |
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Lone stands the house, and the chimney-stone is cold. |
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Lone let it stand, now the friends are all departed, |
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The kind hearts, the true hearts, that loved the place of old. |
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Spring shall come, come again, calling up the moorfowl, |
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Spring shall bring the sun and rain, bring the bees and flowers; |
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Red shall the heather bloom over hill and valley, |
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Soft flow the stream through the even-flowing hours; |
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Fair the day shine as it shone on my childhood -- |
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Fair shine the day on the house with open door; |
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Birds come and cry there and twitter in the chimney -- |
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But I go for ever and come again no more. |