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THE HUSBAND'S SONG.
Rainy and rough sets the day,—
There's a heart beating for somebody;
I must be up and away,—
Somebody's anxious for somebody.
Thrice hath she been to the gate,—
Thrice hath she listened for somebody;
'Midst the night, stormy and late,
Somebody's waiting for somebody.
There's a heart beating for somebody;
I must be up and away,—
Somebody's anxious for somebody.
Thrice hath she been to the gate,—
Thrice hath she listened for somebody;
'Midst the night, stormy and late,
Somebody's waiting for somebody.
There 'll be a comforting fire,—
There 'll be a welcome for somebody;
One, in her neatest attire,
Will look to the table for somebody.
Though the star's fled from the west,
There is a star yet for somebody,
Lighting the home he loves best,—
Warming the bosom of somebody.
There 'll be a welcome for somebody;
One, in her neatest attire,
Will look to the table for somebody.
Though the star's fled from the west,
There is a star yet for somebody,
Lighting the home he loves best,—
Warming the bosom of somebody.
There 'll be a coat o'er the chair,
There will be slippers for somebody;
There 'll be a wife's tender care,—
Love's fond embracement for somebody.
There 'll be the little one's charms,—
Soon 't will be wakened for somebody:
When I have both in my arms,
Oh! but how blest will be somebody!
There will be slippers for somebody;
There 'll be a wife's tender care,—
Love's fond embracement for somebody.
There 'll be the little one's charms,—
Soon 't will be wakened for somebody:
When I have both in my arms,
Oh! but how blest will be somebody!
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