OB, THE WORLD HAS CHANGED. 



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SOUTH CAROLINA HOME. 



BUT Fall is here, we homeward bound, 

 Like the swallows that homeward fly, 

 Back to our homes, the Piedmont lands, 

 Farewell, Blue Ridge, 'till bye and bye. 



Long Seneca's gently flowing stream, 

 Lies a valley most passing fair, 



Valley rich with alluvial lands, 

 That have long been tilled with care. 



In the good old South Carolina, 



Where Twelve-mile Creek and Keowee, 

 Mixing waters make the Seneca, 

 Below this fork dwelt our family. 



The old home was named Tranquilla, 

 Across the river was Fort Hill, 



Famous home of John C. Calhoun; 

 Both these old homes are standing still. 



Across the Keowee, fronting too. 

 Once a palatial mansion stood ; 



John E. Calhoun did there abide. 

 And rich in slaves, field and wood. 



West, and below, Uncle Tommy Sloan, 

 Lewis, Cherry, Earle and Maxwell's, 



Generals Pickens and Anderson, 

 North, above, Lawrence and Liddells. 



