Home! Home! Man may roam While the blood of life is brimming, While the head's with glory swimming; But, when Love and Life are over, Bring him to the village clover, Home! Home! ...
Weep not for him who, in the battle dying, Lives in the lays of those he sought to save; Weep not for him who on the cold turf lying, Finds in his native land a patriot's grave;...
With a ho-ho-ho! and a hi-hi-hi! With a canzonet and tabor, Thus, with ho-ho-ho! and our hi-hi-hi! We amble, ramble, gambol, I And my lily-fingered neighbor.