Home Sweet Home（1 / 2）

John Hoayne

Mid pleasures and paces though we ay roa,

Be it ever so huble, theres no pce like ho;

A char fro the sky sees to hallowthere,

which, seek through the world, iswith elsewhere. Ho,

ho, sweet, sweet ho!

Theres no pce like ho!Theres no pce like ho!

An exile fro ho, splendor dazzlesva;

Oh, givey lowly thatched ttage aga!

The birds sgg gayly, that ca at y call—

Givethe—and the peace of d, dearer than all!

Ho, ho, sweet, sweet ho!

Theres no pce like ho!Theres no pce like ho!