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Marshall S. Pike. Marshall S. Pike.

Two or four parts.

1. Home a - gain, home a - gain, From a for - eign shore! And

2. Hap - py hearts, hap - py hearts, With mine have laughed in glee, And

3. Mu - sic sweet, mu - sic soft, Ling-ers round the place, And

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oh, it fills my soul with joy, To meet my friends once more,

oh, the friends I loved in youth, Seem hap - pi - er to me;

oh, I feel the child - hood charm That time can - not ef - face.

Here I dropped the part- ing tear, To cross the o - cean's foam,

And if my guide should be the fate, Which bids me long-er roam,

Then give me but my homestead roof, I'll ask no pal - ace dome,

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But now I'm once a - gain with those Who kind- ly greet me home.

But death a - lone can break the tie That binds my heart to home.

For I can live a hap - py life With those I love at home.