For Sweet Home He Goes

Place him on that platform gently Lest you tamper with his smile; Wash him there thoroughly Before he travels another mile: For home he goes, sweet home he goes, A man who no longer have woes. Clothe him with a fine apparel As is meet for an august occasion; The time of his departure go tell, And let's begin the procession: For home he goes, sweet home he goes, A man who no longer have woes. Gather them all—young and old— To bid him their last goodbyes; Let them his remains behold And shed no tear from their eyes: For home he goes, sweet home he goes, A man who no longer have woes. Not a single shot of gun salute, Nor the faintest sound of jamboree; But as silent as a voiceless mute, The atmosphere should likewise be: For home he goes, sweet home he goes, A man who no longer have woes.