Our love and allegiance she’ll hold till the last,
New ties we contract, and affections we gain,
But Britain we mean when we sing the refrain:
Home, home, sweet, sweet home!
There’s no place like home! there’s no place like home!
Daleth.
In joy or in sadness, in care or in grief,
We fly to its bosom, and there find relief;
There love reigns supremely, and on till life’s wane