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| Oh, give me a home, where the buffalo roam,
Where the deer and the antelope play; Where seldom is heard a discouraging word And the skies are not cloudy all day. Chorus: Home, home on the range, Where the deer and the antelope play; Where seldom is heard a discouraging word, And the skies are not cloudy all day. Where the air is so pure, the zephyrs so free, The breezes so balmy and light, That I would not exchange my home on the range, For all of the cities so bright. Chorus: Home, home on the range, Where the deer and the antelope play; Where seldom is heard a discouraging word, And the skies are not cloudy all day. How often at night when the heavens are bright, With the light from the glittering stars; Have I stood here amazed and asked as I gazed, If the glory exceeds that of ours. Chorus: Home, home on the range, Where the deer and the antelope play; Where seldom is heard a discouraging word, And the skies are not cloudy all day. |