Home! Home! Sweet, sweet "Home!"

Be it ever so dirge-like, there's no cry like "Home!"

An exile from office, I will not complain,

Give me only my calm "beauty sleep" once again;

The birds singing sweetly at dawn be my lot

To hear, not loud torrents of partisan rot.

Home! Home! Sweet, sweet "Home!"

Be it ever so dirge-like, there's no cry like "Home!"


CRICKET AT LORD'S.