| UNDER the wide and starry sky, | |
| Dig the grave and let me lie. | |
| Glad did I live and gladly die, | |
| And I laid me down with a will. | |
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| This be the verse you grave for me: |
| Here he lies where he longed to be; | |
| Home is the sailor, home from sea, | |
| And the hunter home from the hill. | |