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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
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
And often at night when the heavens are bright
With a light from the glittering star
Have I stood there amazed and asked as I gazed
If their glory exceeds that of ours
Home home on the range...
