No one sings two verses of "Home, Sweet Home" which run as follows:
To us, in despite of the absence of years, How sweet the remembrance of home still appears!
From allurements abroad which but flatter the eye The unsatisfied heart turns and says with a sigh:
Home, home! Sweet, sweet home!
There's no place like home!
There's no place like home!
Your exile is blest with all fate can bestowBut mine has been chequer'd with many a woe! Yet though diff'rent our fortunes, our thoughts
are the same, And both, as we dream of Columbia, exclaim:
Home, home! Sweet, sweet home!
There's no place like home!
There's no place like...
