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Home no more home to me, whither must I wander |
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Hunger my driver, I go where I must |
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Cold blows the winter wind over hill and heather: |
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Thick drives the rain and my roof is in the dust |
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Loved of wise men was the shade of my roof-tree |
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The true word of welcome was spoken in the door - |
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Dear days of old with the faces in the firelight |
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Kind folks of old, you come again no more |
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Spring shall come, come again, calling up the moorfowl |
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Spring shall bring the sun and the rain, bring the bees and flowers; |
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Red shall the heather bloom over hill and valley |
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Soft flow the stream through the even-flowing hours |
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Fair the day shine as it shone on my childhood |
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Fair shine the day on the house with open door |
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Birds come and cry there and twitter in the chimney |
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But I go for ever and come again no more |
