Music: Home, Sweet Home

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 bestow—But 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...

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