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No! Ne'er Can Thy Home Be Mine


Written by Thomas H. Bayly

Arranged for guitar by J. E. Gould (John Edgar)

New York: Stephen T. Gordon (1850)

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[1st Voice]
I have told thee how sweet the roses are,
In my home beyond the sea;
Where the darkeyed maid with her sweet guitar,
Sits under the orange tree;
Then fly,
Oh! Fly from this isle of storm,
Where all that is fair must pine,
To a sky more blue and a sun more warm,
Henceforth let my home be thine.

[1st Voice]
I will sing to thee, if with me thou’lt rove,
The songs of the olden time,
Thou wilt never compare with my ardent love,
The love of this colder clime;
Thou wilt scorn the fruits of thy mountain home,
Beholding the purple vine;
Then come to the land of my birth,
Oh! come, henceforth let my home be thine.

[2nd Voice]
I have heard thee tell of a sky more blue,
And a sun more warm than this,
And I’ve sometimes thought if thy tale be true,
To dwell in that clime were bliss.
But Oh! When I gaze on my tranquil cot,
Where the clematis boughs entwine,
The land of the stranger tempts me not,
No, never can thy home be mine.

[2nd Voice]
Alas! ‘tis plain that my mountain home,
Must ever be scorn’d by thee,
And may I not fear that a time will come,
When thou wilt have scorn for me,
And oh! there is one who loves me here,
Who’s voice is less sweet than thine,
To my simple taste is far more dear,
No, ne’er can thy home be mine.


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