RIGHT HERE AT HOME.

Right here at home, boys, in old Hoosierdom,

Where strangers allus joke us when they come,

And brag o’ their old States and interprize —

Yit settle here; and‘ fore they realize,

They're “hoosier” as the rest of us, and live

Right here at home, boys, with their past fergive!

Right here at home, boys, is the place, I guess,

Fer me and you and plain old happiness:

We hear the World's lots grander — likely so,—

We'll take the World's word fer it and not go.—

We know its ways aint our ways — so we'll stay

Right here at home, boys, where we know the way.

Right here at home, boys, where a well-to-do

Man's plenty rich enough — and knows it, too,

And's got a’ extry dollar, any time,

To boost a feller up‘ at wants to climb

And‘ s got the git-up in him to go in

And git there, like he purt’ - nigh allus kin!

Right here at home, boys, is the place fer us!—

Where folks’ heart's bigger‘ n their money-pu's’;

And where a common feller's jes as good

As ary other in the neighborhood:

The World at large do n't worry you and me

Right here at home, boys, where we ort to be!

Right here at home, boys — jes right where we air!—

Birds do n't sing any sweeter anywhere:

Grass do n't grow any greener'n she grows

Acrost the pastur’ where the old path goes,—

All things in ear-shot's purty, er in sight,

Right here at home, boys, ef we size‘ em right.

Right here at home, boys, where the old home-place

Is sacerd to us as our mother's face,

Jes as we rickollect her, last she smiled

And kissed us — dyin’ so and rickonciled,

Seein’ us all at home here — none astray —

Right here at home, boys, where she sleeps to-day.