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Music by F. H. H 
mu-sic bears my soul a-long To oth- er, dear - er climes, 
was a fav’rite song to those Whom I shall see no more. 
1. Oh, sing again that mournful song,That song of other times, 
2. I heard it at the evening’s close Upon my native shore, 
Like the wild wind when sing - ing love, O 
'Tis fraught with ear - ly hopes and pray’rs,0 
and bro - ken tone, The mu-sic seems to me, 
ly thoughts and cares Have melted at the strain 
I love its low 
How ma - ny world 
Then sing a-gain that 
Then, &c. 
Like the wild wind when sing-ing love, O - ver a twi-light sea. 
’Tis fraught with ear - ly hopes and pray’rs, Oh sing that song a - gain, 
Its mu - sic bears my soul a - long To oth - er dear - er climes, 
mourn-ful song,That song of oth - er times. 
By permission of Oliver Ditson & Co. 
