ARISE, O’COMPATROIT!!!

 

Mid pleasures and places though we may roam;

Be it ever so humble, there is no place like home;

A charm from the sky seems to hallow us there;

Which, seek through the world;

Is never met with elsewhere;

Home, home, sweet, sweet home!

There’s no place like home;

Oh, there is no place like home!

I gaze on the moon as I tread the drear wild;

And feel that my mother now thinks of her child;

As she looks on that moon from our cottage door;

Home, home, sweet, sweet home!

There’s no place like home;

To thee I’ll return, overburdened with care;

The heart’s dearest solace will smile on me there;

Home, home, sweet, sweet home!

There’s no place like home;

Oh, there is no place like home!

===========DEOLA (FROM JOHN HOWARD PAYNE)