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.