 | The Music of Stephen C. Foster . |  |
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THE WIFE.
I.
He'll come home, he'll not forget me, for his word is always true.He's gone to sup
The deadly cup,
And while the long night through,
He's gone to quaff,
And talk and laugh
To while the drear night through:—
He'll come home, he'll not forget me, for his word is always true.
II.
He'll come home with tears and pleading words and ask me to forget.Can I be his
While he is mine
And cause him one regret?
My heart may break,
But for his sake
I'll do all I can do.—
He'll come home, he'll not forget me, for his word is always true.
III.
He'll come home with sorrow on his heartThat none but he can know
With pangs of thought,
How dearly bought!
And fears of coming woe;
He'll feel the cost of days now lost
That time can ne'er renew
He'll come home, he'll not forget me,
For his word is always true.
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