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HOME AGAIN.
A SOLDIER'S WIFE'S SONG.
And O, but he's come home again,
Home, home, home again;
And O, but he's come home again,
My husband dear, to me!
Home, home, home again;
And O, but he's come home again,
My husband dear, to me!
'Twas only yesternight I knew
The news—they broke it first to Sue,
And I—I said, “Can it be true,
And is my, husband home again?”
And O, but he's come home again,
Home, home, home again;
And O, but he's come home again,
My husband dear, to me!
The news—they broke it first to Sue,
And I—I said, “Can it be true,
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And O, but he's come home again,
Home, home, home again;
And O, but he's come home again,
My husband dear, to me!
Ah, but it seems long weary years,
My twenty months of heart-sick fears,
Of nights I've wet my cheeks with tears,
To think, will he come home again?
And O, but he's come home again,
Home, home, home again;
And O, but he's come home again,
My husband dear, to me!
My twenty months of heart-sick fears,
Of nights I've wet my cheeks with tears,
To think, will he come home again?
And O, but he's come home again,
Home, home, home again;
And O, but he's come home again,
My husband dear, to me!
Ah, when upon his neck I hung,
While to his breast like life I clung,
I mind me well his angel tongue
Said, “Wife, but I'll come home again.”
And O, but he's come home again,
Home, home, home again;
And O, but he's come home again,
My husband dear, to me!
While to his breast like life I clung,
I mind me well his angel tongue
Said, “Wife, but I'll come home again.”
And O, but he's come home again,
Home, home, home again;
And O, but he's come home again,
My husband dear, to me!
O, sore have ached both heart and head!
How have I shivered as they read
The lists of wounded and of dead!
Ah, would he—he come home again!
And O, but he's come home again,
Home, home, home again;
And O, but he's come home again,
My husband dear, to me!
How have I shivered as they read
The lists of wounded and of dead!
Ah, would he—he come home again!
And O, but he's come home again,
Home, home, home again;
And O, but he's come home again,
My husband dear, to me!
O with what sighs is glory bought!
O why must battles e'er be fought?
O would kings give to wives a thought,
Who wish their husbands home again!
And O, but he's come home again,
Home, home, home again;
And O, but he's come home again,
My husband dear, to me!
O why must battles e'er be fought?
O would kings give to wives a thought,
Who wish their husbands home again!
And O, but he's come home again,
Home, home, home again;
And O, but he's come home again,
My husband dear, to me!
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But now, why speak of sorrow more?
His ship lies rocking at the Nore;
Two hours, and he will be ashore,
Whom I've so pray'd for home again.
And O, but he's come home again,
Home, home, home again;
And O, but he's come home again,
My husband dear, to me!
His ship lies rocking at the Nore;
Two hours, and he will be ashore,
Whom I've so pray'd for home again.
And O, but he's come home again,
Home, home, home again;
And O, but he's come home again,
My husband dear, to me!
O bless'd be God! the prayers I pray'd,
The wild, wild words to heaven I said,
Were heard! O God, had he been dead,
My husband, who is home again!
And O, but he's come home again,
Home, home, home again;
And O, but he's come home again,
My husband dear, to me!
The wild, wild words to heaven I said,
Were heard! O God, had he been dead,
My husband, who is home again!
And O, but he's come home again,
Home, home, home again;
And O, but he's come home again,
My husband dear, to me!
For ever will I thank kind Heaven
That gives the gift for which I've striven,
By whom to these glad arms is given
My husband who is home again!
And O, but he's come home again,
Home, home, home again;
And O, but he's come home again,
My husband dear, to me!
That gives the gift for which I've striven,
By whom to these glad arms is given
My husband who is home again!
And O, but he's come home again,
Home, home, home again;
And O, but he's come home again,
My husband dear, to me!
No more, no more, to part no more!
O bless'd be God! the war is o'er!
O hours fly by, till he's ashore,
My husband, who is home again!
And O, but he's come home again,
Home, home, home again;
And O, but he's come home again,
My husband dear, to me!
O bless'd be God! the war is o'er!
O hours fly by, till he's ashore,
My husband, who is home again!
And O, but he's come home again,
Home, home, home again;
And O, but he's come home again,
My husband dear, to me!
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