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　1.
　　I've left the snow-clad hills,
　　Where my father's hut doth stand,
　　My own, my dear Dalkarlia,
　　For a stranger land,
　　I'm but a poor young girl,
　　In my simple peasant guise;
　　Unskill'd in all the arts and wiles,
　　That worldlings prize;
　　I till my mountain lay,
　　Ev'rywhere I chance to roam;
　　Oh! sweet the song to me,
　　For it take me back to home,
　　No place can ever be to me,
　　Like that dear home.
　　My own sweet home,
　　My own beloved home!

　2.
　　Beside those snow-clad hills,
　　Where my father's hut doth stand.
　　Dwells one to whom I'm plighed
　　To bestow my hand,
　　But not without a heart,
　　Would I pledge with word or vow_
　　And I've no heart to give him,
　　For he has it now.
　　That youth he is so nobel,
　　That youth he is so brave,
　　Oh! sooner than desert him
　　I'd lie me in my grave,
　　No wonder I am pining then,
　　For home again,
　　My own sweet home,
　　My own beloved home.

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