"It’s a long long way to my home in Kentucky, Where the blue-bells grow ’round the old cabin door; It’s a long, long way and I’ll be mighty lucky When I see my dear old mammy once more. So weep no more, my lady, Just brush those tears away; It’s a long long way to my home in Kentucky, But I’m bound to get there some day." But the chief favorite of all Home Songs is, I think, the following: "There’s an old-fashioned house in an old-fashioned street; In a quaint little old-fashioned town; There’s a street where the cobble stones harass the feet, As it straggles up hill and then down; And, though to and fro through the world I must go, My heart while it beats in my breast, Where e’er I may roam, to that old-fashioned home Will fly like a bird to its nest. "In that old-fashioned house in that old-fashioned street, Dwell a dear little old-fashioned pair; I can see their two faces so tender and sweet, And I love every wrinkle that’s there. I love ev’ry mouse in that old-fashioned house In the street that runs up hill and down; Each stone and each stick, ev’ry cobble and brick, In that quaint little old-fashioned town." The charm of the Army is its comradeship. Our soldiers have left their homes and friends but they have found new friends, and some of the friendships have become very precious. Men slept side by side in barn and trench, cooked their rations at the same little wood fire, and stood together in the hour of danger and imminent death. Many of them owe their lives to their comrades. There are few songs that express this wonderful comradeship, but there is one that is known and sung through the army. It represents the Songs of Comradeship: "When you come to the end of a perfect day, And you sit alone with your thought, While the chimes ring out with a carol gay, For the joy that the day has brought; Do you think what the end of a perfect day Can mean to a tired heart, When the sun goes down with a flaming ray, And the dear friends have to part? "Well, this is the end of a perfect day, Near the end of a journey too; But it leaves a thought that is big and strong, With a wish that is kind and true. For mem’ry has painted this perfect day With colors that never fade; And we find at the end of a perfect day _The soul of a friend we’ve made_."