Why, ah why, my heart, this sadness

1 Why, ah! why, my heart, this sadness?
Why, 'mid scenes like these decline?
Where all, tho' strange, is joy and gladness,
O, say, what wish can yet be thine,
O, say, what wish can yet be thine?

2 All that's dear to me is wanting;
Lone and cheerless here I roam,
For strangers' joys, howe'er enchanting,
Can never be to me like home,
Can never be to me like home.

3 Give me those I ask no other;
Those that bless the humble dome,
Where dwell my father and my mother,
O, give me back my native home,
O, give me back my native home.

Source: The Little Minstrel: a collection of songs and music, with lessons of instruction, mathematically arranged plan of notation #107