1. HOME ON THE RANGE Oh give me a home where the buffalo roam,
And the deer and the antelope play.
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word,
And the skies are not cloudy all day.
Give me a land where the bright diamond sand
Throws its light from the glittering streams.
There the graceful, white swan goes gliding along
Like a maid in a heavenly dream.
Home, home on the range.
Where the deer and the antelope play.

2. Oh give me a gale of the Solomon vale,
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Oh give me a gale of the Solomon vale,
Where the life streams with bouyancy flow;
On the banks of the river, seldom if ever,
Any poisonous herbage doth grow.
Now often at night, when 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?
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.

3. Well, I love the wild flowers in this bright land of ours,
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Well, I love the wild flowers in this bright land of ours,
I love the wild curlew’s shrill scream;
The bluffs and white rocks, the antelope flocks,
That graze on the mountain so green.
Where the air is so pure, and 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
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,
The skies are not cloudy,
The skies are not cloudy all day.