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THE THOUGHT OF HOME IN BATTLE.
However distant still I love thee,
However far away I roam,
'Tis my pleasure now to move thee,
On my journey home.
However far away I roam,
'Tis my pleasure now to move thee,
On my journey home.
The thought of thee makes still the crash,
The trees in winter bloom,
I thought of thee at every flash,
My dear native home.
The trees in winter bloom,
I thought of thee at every flash,
My dear native home.
While I was fighting far away,
And fancied death my doom,
Still hope with thee, the brightest ray,
The thought and love of home.
And fancied death my doom,
Still hope with thee, the brightest ray,
The thought and love of home.
Tho' lightning flash and thunder roar,
Or brackest ocean foam,
Still on the wing of hope I soar,
And smile to think of home.
Or brackest ocean foam,
Still on the wing of hope I soar,
And smile to think of home.
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I bid thee once and long farewell,
Far, far away to roam,
But now with joy can smiling tell,
I'm on my journey home.
Far, far away to roam,
But now with joy can smiling tell,
I'm on my journey home.
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