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Home On The RangeOh give me homeWhere the buffalo roam Where the deer and the antelope play Where seldom is heard A discour-aging 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 discour-aging word And the skies are not cloudy all day How often at night When the heavens are bright That the light from the glittering stars As I stood there amazed And asked as I gazed That the glory exceeds that of ours Home, home on the range Where the deer and the antelope play Where seldom is heard a discour-aging word And the skies are not cloudy all day |