Through every chink there roars the blast,
My stock of coals is falling fast;
I have a cold that’s come to last,
I’m booked until the blizzard’s past—
For home, sweet home.
The fog has filled the house with gloom,
The blacks lie thick in every room;
Dim through the mist the gas-jets loom,
And not unlike a living tomb
Is home, sweet home.
To devils blue I fall a prey,
And sit and think the livelong day
Of happier times when I was gay,
In winter Edens, far away
From home, sweet home.
A prisoner I in climes accurst,
Where fog and frost are at their worst;
Hullo! What’s that? the pipes have burst!
A plumber, quick! but save me first
From home, sweet home!
Fling wide the door and bring a light.
Hi, cabman! ’Tis an awful night;
Put down the glass and I’ll sit tight,
But drive me from the dreadful sight
Of home, sweet home.
Poor horse, poor horse! Oh, spare the lash!
His quivering carcass cease to thrash.
He’s down! the cab has come to smash;
The snow falls fast, I’ll make a dash
For home, sweet home.