’MID pleasures and palaces though we may roam,
Be it ever so humble, there’s no place like home!
A charm from the skies seems to hallow all there,
Which, seek through the world, is ne’er met, with elsewhere.
Home! home! sweet home!
There’s no place like home!
An exile from home, splendour dazzles in vain:
Oh, give me my lowly thatched cottage again;
The birds singing gaily that came at my call;
Give me these, and the peace of mind dearer than all.
Home! sweet, sweet home!
There’s no place like home!
— PAYNE
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’Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam,
Be it ever so humble, there’s no place like home.