XIII. THE RETURN.
Reading edition
Salt, and sand, and rocking wave, Salt, and sand, and sky, All ye had to give ye gave, But—good bye, good bye. Hey, the robin, the lark, and the green green grass, And the ivy that clings to the wall; Hey, the robin, the lark, and the green green grass, And the oak, and the ash-tree tall.
Rocking wave, and mountain bold, Bright air, free to roam, Say not that our hearts are cold; Oh! but—home is home. Hey, the robin, the lark, and the green green grass, And the ivy that clings to the wall; Hey, the robin, the lark, and the green green grass, And the oak, and the ash-tree tall.
Smoothest turf, a sunshine floor, Dance of cricket ball, Studies, where we shut the door On our cosy all. Hey, the robin, the lark, and the green green grass, And the ivy that clings to the wall; Hey, the robin, the lark, and the green green grass, And the oak, and the ash-tree tall.
Grey old school-house, consecrate On thy hill afar, Chapel, keeping solemn state— Home we go, hurrah! Hey, the robin, the lark, and the green green grass, And the ivy that clings to the wall; Hey, the robin, the lark, and the green green grass, And the oak, and the ash-tree tall.
