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MY NATIVE HOME.
I'm back again! I'm back again!
My foot is on the shore;
I tread the bright and grassy plain
Of my native home once more.
My early love! my early love!
Oh! will she love me now?
With a darken'd tinge upon my cheek,
And scars upon my brow.
Yes, that she will! yes, that she will!
The flame her youth confess'd
Will never lack its warmth, within
Her pure and constant breast.
I'm back again! I'm back again!
My foot is on the shore;
I tread the bright and grassy plain
Of my native home once more.
My foot is on the shore;
I tread the bright and grassy plain
Of my native home once more.
My early love! my early love!
Oh! will she love me now?
With a darken'd tinge upon my cheek,
And scars upon my brow.
Yes, that she will! yes, that she will!
The flame her youth confess'd
Will never lack its warmth, within
Her pure and constant breast.
I'm back again! I'm back again!
My foot is on the shore;
I tread the bright and grassy plain
Of my native home once more.
My early friend! my early friend!
Oh! will he stretch his hand,
To welcome back the wanderer
To his long forsaken land?
Yes, that he will! yes, that he will!
The vow in boyhood spoken,
The vow so fond, so true as ours,
Can ne'er be lightly broken.
Hail, native clime! hail, native clime!
Land of the brave and free!
Though long estranged, thy exile ranged,
His heart comes back to thee.
I'm back again! I'm back again!
My foot is on the shore;
I tread the bright and grassy plain
Of my native home once more.
Oh! will he stretch his hand,
To welcome back the wanderer
To his long forsaken land?
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The vow in boyhood spoken,
The vow so fond, so true as ours,
Can ne'er be lightly broken.
Hail, native clime! hail, native clime!
Land of the brave and free!
Though long estranged, thy exile ranged,
His heart comes back to thee.
I'm back again! I'm back again!
My foot is on the shore;
I tread the bright and grassy plain
Of my native home once more.
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