John A. Lomax (1910), according to Wikipedia.


    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, 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.

    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.

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    The red man was pressed from this part of the West
    He's likely no more to return,
    To the banks of Red River where seldom if ever
    Their flickering camp-fires burn.

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    How often at night when the heavens are bright
    With the light from the glittering stars
    Have I stood here amazed and asked as I gazed
    If their glory exceeds that of ours.

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    Oh, I love these wild prairies where I roam
    The curlew I love to hear scream,
    And I love the white rocks and the antelope flocks
    That graze on the mountain-tops green.

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    Oh, give me a land where the bright diamond sand
    Flows leisurely down the stream;
    Where the graceful white swan goes gliding along
    Like a maid in a heavenly dream.

       Chorus