"There Is No Home Like My Own" (circa <=1843)
Tyrolien.
The Words from The Bijou. 
Music Composed by Madam Malibran.
Philadelphia: Geoerge Willig, 171 Chesnut St.
Lithographer: E. Gillingham
[Source: 176/082@Levy]

1. In the wild Chamois tract, at the breaking of morn, 
With a hunter’s pride 
O’er the mountain side 
We are led by the sound of the Alpine horn. 
Trala la la la la la la la la. 
O that voice to me 
Is a voice of glee, 
Where ever my footsteps roam; 
And I long to bound 
When I hear that sound 
Again to my mountain home. 
In the wild Chamois track at the breaking of morn 
With a hunter’s pride 
O’er his mountain side 
We are led  by the sound of the Alpine horn. 
Tra la la la la la la la la la 
Tra la la la la la la la la la.

2. I have cross’d the proud Alps, I have sail’d down the Rhine, 
And there is no spot 
Like the simple cot 
And the hill and the valley I call my own. 
Tra la la la la la la la la la. 
There the skies are bright, 
And our hearts are light, 
Our bosoms without a fear; 
For our toil is play 
And our sport the fray 
With the mountain Roe or the Forest deer. 
Tra la la la la al la la la la la 
la la la la la la la la la la la 
Tra la la la la la la la la la. la 
Tra la la la la la la la la la 
Tra la al la la la la la la la.