Home on the range

Oh, give me a home,
where the buffalo roam,
where the deer an the antilope play,
where seldom is heard,
a discouraging word
and the skies are not cloudy all day.

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Home, home on the range,
where the deer and the antilope play,
where seldom is heard,
a discouraging word
and the skies are not cloudy all day.

How often at night,
where the heavens are bright,
with the lights from the glittering stars,
have I stood there amazed,
and asked as I gazed,
if their glory exceeds that of ours.

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Where the air is so pure,
the zephyrs so free,
the breezes so balmy and light,
that I would not exchange,
my home and my range,
for all of the cities so bright.

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