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VP_001417

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VP_001417 Verse 1I've been thinking of my home town Way down east among the hills; Just a lonely little cottage, But each mem'ry of it brings me thrills. The breezes whisper soft and low A message from someone I know. Chorus 1From o'er the hills of old New Hampshire I can hear someone calling me; There's a vacant chair waiting for me there And the old folks I long to see, There are two sweet lips that long to kiss me again, They pray for me where'er I roam: From o'er the hills of old New Hampshire I can hear them calling me home. Verse 2I have been the wide world over, Ev'rywhere that I could roam; Still I've kept within my mem'ry The only place that I call Home. And tho' I may be far or near That same sweet voice I always hear.

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1 score (3 p.) : ill. ; 31 cm.

Publication Date

1918

Publisher

Garton Bros

Publication Place

Boston

From O'er The Hills Of Old New Hampshire : I can hear them calling me home

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