William Shakespeare Hays - Sitting 'Round the Grate

Tekst piosenki:

1.
Though far from home I wander,
Across the deep blue sea,
I wonder if the loved ones
Are thinking oft of me?
O! when I think of parting
With dear ones at the gate,
Then mem'ry paints the picture
At home around the grate.

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The cheerful fi[-]re burning,
The old clock striking eight;
I sigh to be at home with those
Who sit around the grate.

2.
I see my gray-haired mother,
Reclining in her chair,
Beside my a-ged father
And little sisters there.
I fancy mother saying:
"The mail today is late,
We'll hear from him tomorrow,"
All sitting 'round the grate.

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3.
They read the family Bible,
Then have the evening prayer,
While all kneel down together,---
I wish that I were there.
The old clock on the mantel,
Now warns them it is late;
O! would I had been present,
With loved ones 'round the grate.


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