To the pomp of the palace—the proud, gilded dome;
For the green scenes of childhood, I bid ye farewell!
The soldier returns to his boyhood’s loved home.
My boyhood’s home, &c.
The Old Kirk-Yard.
Copied by permission of Firth, Pond, & Co., 547 Broadway, publishers of the music.
Oh, come with me to the old kirk-yard,
I well know the path through the soft, green sward;
Friends slumber there we were wont to regard,