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Home on the Range. 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
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Home on the Range Oh give me a home where the buffalo roamWhere the deer and the antelope playWhere seldom is heard a discouraging wordAnd the skies are not cloudy all day Home, home on the rangeWhere the deer and the antelope playWhere seldom is heard a discouraging wordAnd the skies are not cloudy all day How often at night where the heavens are brightWith the light of the glittering starsHave I stood there amazed and asked as I gazedIf their glory exceeds that of ours Home, home on the rangeWhere the deer and the antelope playWhere seldom is heard a discouraging wordAnd the skies are not cloudy all day Then give me a land where the bright diamond sandFlows leisurely down to the streamWhere the graceful white swan goes gliding alongLike a maid in a heavenly dream Oh I would not exchange my old home on the rangeWhere the deer and the antelope playWhere the seldom is heard a discouraging wordAnd the skies are not cloudy all day
Imagine what it would be like to be one of the pioneers who discovered this land! What would you do with it? What does this land have to offer?