American Old Time Song Lyrics: 48 Tokens From Home

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 48

TOKENS FROM HOME.
Copyright, 1896, by F. J. Tierney.
Words by Albert Hall. Music by Felix McGlennon.

I left my dear country to cross the blue ocean,
I left it like many a man's done before:
I thought as in business I might be successful,
When once I appeared on a far, foreign shore.
My dreams all came true, I got on very nicely,
How diff'rent from what things had been o'er the foam;
One night I received, whilst among my admirers,
A package from friends whom I knew when at home.

Chorus.
A beautiful token they sent me with a message from over the foam:
"You have been successful quick, so we send you half a brick.
To remind you of your home, sweet home."

I knew my relations and friends, when they heard of
My glorious success, would be pleased well, indeed;
I knew they-would hasten to send me a letter,
A kind, loving note, and dispatch it with speed.
I told all my pals they'd p'rhaps send me a present,
To remind me of those I had left o'er the foam.
One ev'ning, whilst bragging, for me came a parcel,
I knew by the writing 'twas from my dear home.

Chorus.
A beautiful token they sent me with a message from over the foam,
"You seem fairly on the 'bust,' so we send a mouldy crust,
To remind you of your home, sweet home."

I always was friends with the local police force,
And knew they'd be anxious to hear of my fate;
So to the inspector I sent a long letter,
Informing him that I was doing quite great;
I told all the big-wigs how much they adored me,
And said, their affection for me wouldn't cease.
One night came a parcel with this written on it:
"With compliments from all the city police."

Chorus.
Some beautiful handcuffs they sent me, with a message from over the foam:
"You have worn these now and then, and you'll wear them once again,
If you come back to your home, sweet home."

I always was thought a nice man by the ladles,
So I prospered well in that far foreign shore;
You see, I could flirt without fear of the missus
Whom I'd run away from on my native shore.
One night when surrounded by four pretty maidens-
Each of them I had sworn I would cherish for life-
For me came a package: I said, "From dear mother,"
But I knew jolly well it had come from my wife.

Chorus.
A beautiful token she sent me, with a message from over the foam:
"To reward you for your sins. I have sent you on the twins
That you left behind at home, sweet home."