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THE SOLDIER ON HIS WAY HOME
Soon, soon we shall depart,
Like light ascending out of gloom;
We now are ready to depart,
To our dear native home.
Like light ascending out of gloom;
We now are ready to depart,
To our dear native home.
Adieu, ye noisy drums,
No more we hear dread monsters roar;
Adieu, ye thunder teeming guns,
Ye shake our camp no more.
No more we hear dread monsters roar;
Adieu, ye thunder teeming guns,
Ye shake our camp no more.
We surely must rejoice,
We have no longer hence to roam;
Left like a trump, each joy prevail,
We're on our journey home.
We have no longer hence to roam;
Left like a trump, each joy prevail,
We're on our journey home.
Home is the sweetest place,
Who will not be contented there;
Rather than rove thro' woods apace,
With sorrow, gloom and fear.
Who will not be contented there;
Rather than rove thro' woods apace,
With sorrow, gloom and fear.
Sound a loud tap before,
And let our kindred know we come,
Let voices like sweet thunder war,
We soon shall land at home.
And let our kindred know we come,
Let voices like sweet thunder war,
We soon shall land at home.
The fields in rich array,
And streamlets bubling as they flow,
Allure the pensive mind away,
Whilst vallies smile below.
And streamlets bubling as they flow,
Allure the pensive mind away,
Whilst vallies smile below.
We now anticipate,
Our gardens teeming fresh in bloom,
And kindred meet us at the gate,
Glad that we are at home.
Our gardens teeming fresh in bloom,
And kindred meet us at the gate,
Glad that we are at home.
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