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(Western Version)
Here come I to my own again, / Fed, forgiven and known again, / Claimed by bone of my bone again / And cheered by flesh of my flesh. / The fatted calf is dressed for me, / But the husks have greater zest for me, / I think my pigs will be best for me, / So I'm off to the Yards afresh.