Which, seek thro’ the world, may not meet us elsewhere.
Roam, roam, sweet to roam!
There’s no peace at home! there’s no peace at home!
A captive at home, comfort’s sought for in vain;
Oh, give me my bachelor freedom again;
The little club dinners, they came at my call;
Give me them, with the “pipe of peace,” dearest than all.
Roam, roam, sweet to roam! &c.
Moonshine.