[Deius Infectus]

I think I've got it, SP.

"7 o'clock you'll find me in my loving mammy's arms."

That pretty much finishes it, I think. Here's the full song, completed.

Sweet Indiana Home - Aileen Stanley, 1922
Music and Lyrics by Walter Donaldson

Now I know why I'm blue,
And I'm melancholy right through.
Every fortnight far away,
Seems to haunt me night and day.

Picture me, can you see,
Just how dog gone happy I'll be?
Every night there's a candlelight
In all my dreams.

It seems I'm back in Indiana, Indiana
In my dreams I'm roaming through the shady gloaming where I was born

I'm going back to Indiana, Indiana
Could anything be grander that to just meander through fields of corn

I miss the little homestead where the heart'll be fed on sunshine
I see a lady so fair in a rocking chair there alone
I'll leave tonight, about eleven I'll be in heaven
Tomorrow morn when I see my home sweet Indiana home

1 o' clock, you'll find me in a lower berth
2 o' clock, I start to dream for all I'm worth
3 o' clock, we start to form a symphony
(Everybody's snorin' in a different key!)
4 o' clock, I'm tryin' to open up my eyes
5 o' clock, the Indiana sun will rise
6 o' clock, the engineer will give the alarm
7 o' clock, you'll find me in my loving Mammy's arms

I'm going back to Indiana, Indiana
Could anything be grander than to just meander through fields of corn

I miss that little homestead where the heart'll be fed on sunshine
I see a lady so fair in a rocking chair there alone
I'll leave tonight, about eleven I'll be in heaven
Tomorrow morn' at seven when I see my home, sweet Indiana home