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Oh, give me a home where the buffalo roam,
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where the deer and the antelope play,
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where seldom is heard a discouraging word,
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and the skies are not coldy all day,
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*home, home on the range,
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where the deer and the antelope play,
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where seldom is heard a discouraging word,
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andthe skies are not couldy all day.
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how often at night when the heavens are bright
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with the light from the glittering stars,
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have I stood there amazed and asked, as I gazed,
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If their glory exceeds that of ours.
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*[Refrain]
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Oh, give me a land where bright diamond sand
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Flows leisurely down the stream,
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Where the graceful, white swan goes gliding along,
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Like a maid in a heavenly dream.
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*[Refrain]
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01 Home ong the range
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| Home ong the range |
