The Miner’s Dream of Home 



It is ten weary years since I left Ireland shore,

In a far distant country to roam;

Ho I long to return to my own native land

To my friends and the old folks at home.

Last night, as I slumbered, I had a strange dream, 

One that seemed to bring distant friends near;

I dreamt of old England, the land of my birth, 

To the heart of her sons ever near.

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I saw the old homestead and faces I love; I saw England’s valleys and dells;

I listened with joy as I did when a boy, to the sound of the old village bells;

The log was burning brightly -- ‘twas a night that should banish all sin, 

For the bells xx were ringing the old year out and the new year in.



While the joyous bells rang, swift I wended my way

To the cot(tage) where I lived when a boy;

And I looked in the window, yes, there, by the fire, 

Sat my parents--my heart filled with joy.

The tears trickled fast down my bronzed, furrowed cheecks,

As I gazed on my mother so dear;These lines apparently

I knew in my heart she was raising a prayer Lost from MS

For the boy whom she dreamt not was near.copy.

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At the door of the cottage we met face to face,

‘Twas the first time for ten weary years;

Soon the past was forgotten-we stood hand in hand-

Father, mother, and wanderer in tears.

Once more in the fireplace the oak log burns bright, 

And I promised no more would I roam;

As I sit in the old vacant chair by the hearth, 

And I sing the dear song “Home Sweet Home”

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(from Margaret Barlowe?)