American Old Time Song Lyrics: 13 Barney, Come Home ~
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 13
BARNEY, COME HOME. ~
I have just got a letter from my dear old mother,
She wants her dear boy to come home;
But that I can't do, dear mother, for you,
I'm an exile and here I must roam.
She says her heart's breaking, and no one to help her,
The cot you were born in is now all alone;
Your father is dead, so think of my trouble,
Barney, dear Barney, oh, will you come home?
Barney, come home sure, it said in the letter,
I know she is old and I cannot forget her;
I'm an exile from Erin, in America I roam,
When Ireland is free, mother,
Your Barney'll come home.
This is the letter I got from my mother,
It's a year since I had one before;
And it makes my heart sad when I think of my dad.
For he's gone where I'll never see him more.
A pardon she wants from the queen for to get me,
But I'll write her a letter to leave it alone;
For I'll wait till the sun shines on the cross stones of Ireland,
And if you are living your Barney will come home.-Chorus.