"The Wife"

The  Wife

He'll come home, he'll not forget me for his word is 
        always true
 He's gone to sup the deadly cup and while the 
        long night throng
 H'e'es gone to laugh, to talk and quaff
 And while the drear night through
He'll come home he'll not forget me
 For his word is always true
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He'll come home with grief upon his heart
 That none but he can know
 With pangs of thought
 (He knows not what)
Of some impending woe
Of days now lost
 With fearful cost
That nothing can renew
He'll come home he'll not forget me
For his word is always true
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