 | Original Songs (1861) |  |
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FREEDOM'S SWEET HOME.
I
Though mists veil our landscape, and clouds dim our sky,We have Liberty's sunshine to gladden the eye;
And free as the wild waves that round our shores roam
Are thought, speech, and action in England's sweet home.
Chor. Home, sweet home!
Our sea-girded island is Freedom's sweet home.
II
As the air that blows round him each Briton is freeTo wander unquestion'd by land or by sea;
We have breathed it too long to be ever confined,
And should die were we not left as free as the wind.
Chor. Home, sweet home! &c.
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III
As the notes of the lark sound in heaven's blue dome,So Freedom's voice rings out in England's sweet home;
And Liberty's songs on her free brown highway
Her children go singing all through the long day.
Chor. Home, sweet home! &c.
IV
The breath of a tyrant we never could bear,Our daisies 'twould wither, our May-buds turn sear,
And the roses that bloom on each maiden's fair cheek
Would pale their sweet crimson and fade in a week.
Chor. Home, sweet home! &c.
V
Though we arm, not a country we wish to invade,Nor is there a nation of which we're afraid;
The crack of our rifle cries loudly, “Beware!”
And the clash of our bayonet says, “Come, if you dare!”
Chor. Home, sweet home! &c.
T. M.
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