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My father took me by the hand / And led me home again; / (He brought me in from sorrow / As you'd bring a child from rain). / The child's place at the hearth-stone, / The child's place at the board, / And the picture at the bed's head / Of wee ones wi' the Lord.
It's just a child come home he sees / To nestle at his arm; / (He brought me in from sorrow / As you'd bring a child from harm). / And of the two of us who sit / By hearth and candle-light, / There's just one hears a woman's heart / Break -- breaking in the night.