“HOME, SWEET HOME.”
Oh, I’ll build) me a bouse on a purple hill. Where the shadows come and go, Where the grasses sway and the butterflies play And; the sweetest winds do blow; And never again, .shall I wish to roam For that, for me, will be Home, sweet Home,
Oh, I’ll .journey away to far Japan, To the Land! of the ‘Rising Sun, And) build’ me a house of paper there, Which is very quickly done. Home, sweet Home on. a simple plan Is a. paper house in far Japan!
Or I’ll build me a hut in the frozen, North, And dwell with the Eskimo; I’ll m,ake the windows of thin icecakes, And fill up the cricks with snow. And in spite of the cold, I should happy bo, For that, would ,be Home, sweet Home for me.
Then, a, snow igloo in the frozen North, Or a, paper house in Japan, A cabin built on a purple hill, Or .a gipsy caravan; Where love and faith and contentment be — That shall be Home, sweet Home for me!
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Hawera Star, Volume XLVI, 7 August 1926, Page 18
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179“HOME, SWEET HOME.” Hawera Star, Volume XLVI, 7 August 1926, Page 18
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