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166 OHIO, FAIR AND FREE.
Though lovely skies are o'er my head, And charming vales beneath my feet,
Wild Southern scenes around me spread, With music low, enchanting, sweet —
I backward gaze, with sad regret,
To thee, my home, I can't forget.
Thy rounded hills, though often white With snow, or bleak mid winter's rain,
Look dear to me, thrice dear to-night, As I, in dreams, return again ;
And loved Ohio, fair old home,
O'er boyhood's haunts in pleasure roam.
Thy valleys, rent by babbling brooks, Which music make the whole day long ;
Thy cots, reared up in sheltered nooks, Where sweetly rings gay childhood's song ;
These all are mine, Ohio free,
As mem'ry brings them back to me.
The old brown house I wept to leave, Beside the hills so grand and stern,
Where mother, sisters, morn and eve, Ask God for me a safe return,
Again is seen, as last beheld,
When sad farewells my bosom swelled.