The pain of parting thus was o'er And fast the train steamed toward the shore Where ships are numbered by the score; As one thats dazed I sat. My eyes fixed on the floor Or outward gazed.

Long years abroad I would remain Ere I would see my folks again Or ride upon a British train Farewell ye all. Yet antidotes remove the bane Of Duties call.

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