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| THE SKIES have sunk, and hid the upper snow, | |
| (Home, Rose, and home, Provence and La Palie!) | |
| The rainy clouds are filling fast below, | |
| And wet will be the path, and wet shall we. | |
| Home, Rose, and home, Provence and La Palie! | 5 |
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| Ah dear! and where is he, a year agone, | |
| Who stepp’d beside and cheer’d us on and on? | |
| My sweetheart wanders far away from me | |
| In foreign land or on a foreign sea. | |
| Home, Rose, and home, Provence and La Palie! | 10 |
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| The lightning zigzags shoot across the sky, | |
| (Home, Rose, and home, Provence and La Palie!) | |
| And through the vale the rains go sweeping by; | |
| Ah me! and when in shelter shall we be? | |
| (Home, Rose, and home, Provence and La Palie!) | 15 |
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| Cold, dreary cold, the stormy winds feel they | |
| O’er foreign lands and foreign seas that stray. | |
| (Home, Rose, and home, Provence and La Palie!) | |
| And doth he e’er, I wonder bring to mind | |
| The pleasant huts and herds the left behind? | 20 |
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| And doth he sometimes in his slumbering see | |
| The feeding kine, and doth he think of me, | |
| My sweetheart wandering wheresoe’er it be? | |
| Home, Rose, and home, Provence and La Palie! | |
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| The thunder bellows far from snow to snow, | 25 |
| (Home, Rose, and home, Provence and La Palie!) | |
| And loud and louder roars the flood below. | |
| Heigh-ho! but soon in shelter shall we be: | |
| Home, Rose, and home, Provence and La Palie! | |
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| Or shall he find before his term be sped | 30 |
| Some comelier maid that he shall wish to wed? | |
| (Home, Rose, and home, Provence and La Palie!) | |
| For weary is work, and weary day by day | |
| To have your comfort miles on miles away. | |
| (Home, Rose, and home, Provence and La Palie!) | 35 |
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| Or may it be that I shall find my mate, | |
| And he, returning, see himself too late? | |
| For work we must, and what we see, we see, | |
| And God he knows, and what must be, must be, | |
| When sweethearts wander far away from me. | 40 |
| Home, Rose, and home, Provence and La Palie! | |
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| The sky behind is brightening up anew, | |
| (Home, Rose, and home, Provence and La Palie!) | |
| The rain is ending, and our journey too; | |
| Heigh-ho! aha! for here at home are we:— | 45 |
| In, Rose, and in, Provence and La Palie! | |
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