Song: The Old House at Home

The old house at Home


O there is no other home but the old house at home
And go where we will
We are all uneasy still
For want of the corner seat and our fire at home
The place from which we come
There's nothing in the wide world like one's home


O there's nothing in the world that is so wide
Seek for pleasure as we may
Its a dull and cloudy day
That takes us from the bright blink of our own fire side
The fire place so wide
There's nothing in the world like our own fire side


O its home, and its home, be true to your home
Though the world is e'er so wide
There's nothing else beside
Like the cottage where we lived, and the place from whence we came
Gold and silver cannot claim
The master or the power of our own fire side
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