Here's the New England version:

MY HOME'S IN MONTANA

My home's in Montana, I wear a bandanna
My spurs are of silver, my pony is gray
When riding the ranges my luck never changes
With foot in the stirrup I'll gallop for aye.

When valleys are dusty, my pony is trusty
He lopes through the blizzards, the snow in his ears,
The cattle may scatter but what does it matter
My rope is a halter for pig-headed steers.

When far from the ranches I chop the pine branches
To heap on my campfire as daylight grows pale,
When I have partaken of beans and of bacon
I whistle a merry old song of the trail.