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There's nobody at home
But Jumping Joan,
And father and mother and I.
There's nobody at home
But Jumping Joan,
And father and mother and I.
I've read in many a novel, that unless they've souls that
grovel--
Folks prefer in fact a hovel read more
I've read in many a novel, that unless they've souls that
grovel--
Folks prefer in fact a hovel to your dreary marble halls.
Where thou art, that is home.
Where thou art, that is home.
A house is made of walls and beams; a home is built with love and dreams.
A house is made of walls and beams; a home is built with love and dreams.
A house that does not have one warm, comfy chair in it is soulless.
A house that does not have one warm, comfy chair in it is soulless.
What's the good of a home if you are never in it?
What's the good of a home if you are never in it?
Never weather-beaten sail more willing bent to shore.
Never weather-beaten sail more willing bent to shore.
The house of every one is to him as his castle and fortress, as
well for his defence against read more
The house of every one is to him as his castle and fortress, as
well for his defence against injury and violence, as for his
repose.
His native home deep imag'd in his soul.
His native home deep imag'd in his soul.
