They don’t wish Me at Home.
They don’t wish me at home, though they miss me,
’Twould be a great assurance, I fear,
To think for a moment some soft one
Would say, “I wish Toby were here.”
Although the poor tom-cat at the fireside
May think of poor me as I roam,
Oh yes, I’d be green beyond measure
To think they do wish me at home.