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THE FRIENDS LEFT AT HOME.
Think not that I am gone away,
For me indulge no sorrow,
However far I go to-day,
I may come back to-morrow.
For me indulge no sorrow,
However far I go to-day,
I may come back to-morrow.
And tho' I leave thee with a tear,
Beware, 'tis not forever,
I must return to friends so dear,
To leave more, never, never.
Beware, 'tis not forever,
I must return to friends so dear,
To leave more, never, never.
Mother, beware, I love thee yet,
Wherever be my station,
I never shall my call regret,
Because I love my nation.
Wherever be my station,
I never shall my call regret,
Because I love my nation.
But now I must forbear to roam,
It is a pleasing story,
I smile and go exulting home,
And seize my native glory.
It is a pleasing story,
I smile and go exulting home,
And seize my native glory.
No more to say friends all farewell,
Nor leave them sadly weeping,
I come a better tale to tell,
O'er hills and mountains leaping.
Nor leave them sadly weeping,
I come a better tale to tell,
O'er hills and mountains leaping.
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