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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.
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. - Oh, give me a land where the bright diamond sand
flows leisurely down the stream
and the graceful white swan goes gliding along
like a maid in a heavenly dream.
- How often at night where the heavens are bright
with the lights from the glittering stars
have I stood there amazed and have asked as I gazed
if their glory excels that of ours.
- Where the air is so pure, 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.
- I love these wild flowers in this dear land of ours,
the curlew I love to hear scream
and I love the white rocks and the antelope flocks
that graze on the mountaintops green.
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Historische context
Uit de U.S.A. 1911.