Under the wide and starry sky,

Dig the grave and let me lie.

Glad did I live and gladly die,

And I laid me down with a will.

Here may the winds about me blow;

Here the clouds may come and go;

Here shall be rest for evermo,

And the heart for aye shall be still.

This be the verse you grave for me:

Here he lies where he longed to be;

Home is the sailor, home from sea,

And the hunter home from the hill.

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