HOME ON THE RANGE
1876 original version..
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.
Chorus:
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 gale of the Solomon vale,
Where the life streams with buoyancy flow;
On the banks of the Beaver, where seldom if ever,
Any poisonous herbage doth grow.
Where the life streams with buoyancy flow;
On the banks of the Beaver, where seldom if ever,
Any poisonous herbage doth grow.
Oh, give me the hills and the ring of the drills
And the rich silver ore in the ground;
Yes, give me the gulch where the miner can sluice
And the bright, yellow gold can be found.
And the rich silver ore in the ground;
Yes, give me the gulch where the miner can sluice
And the bright, yellow gold can be found.
Oh, give me the mine where the prospectors find
The gold in its own native land;
And the hot springs below where the sick people go
And camp on the banks of the Grande.
The gold in its own native land;
And the hot springs below where the sick people go
And camp on the banks of the Grande.
Oh, give me the steed and the gun that I need
To shoot game for my own cabin home;
Then give me the camp where the fire is the lamp
And the wild Rocky Mountains to roam.
To shoot game for my own cabin home;
Then give me the camp where the fire is the lamp
And the wild Rocky Mountains to roam.
1904
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 the cities so bright
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.
1910
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.
He's likely no more to return,
To the banks of Red River where seldom if ever
Their flickering camp-fires burn.
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.
With the light from the glittering stars
Have I stood here amazed and asked as I gazed
If their glory exceeds that of ours.
BUT
Then I would not exchange my 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.
YEE-HAW!!
I'm sorry, that last picture really looks like he's about to pop himself in the mouth while beating off.
ReplyDeleteu know HE thats one of my fav songs from school days :)
ReplyDeleteKeshi.
Well howdy cowboy...
ReplyDeleteToo funny and LOL! Wrestling wild horses and shootin' them there photographers must plain dang have y'all worn out.
I can play Home on the Range on the piano; funny thing though I only know the one verse ...and it's the original.
You make a great cowboy too, very handsome, and the horse is gorgeous.
Beautiful countryside...love trees.
Pam
stace,
ReplyDeleteHAHAHAHA! It does!
Watch out that thar is a loaded weapon!
keshi,
I suspected that Australians identified with the 'merkin cowboy of the ol west but I would have never guessed that you loved that song...ever.
pam,
"The closer you git to Canada,
the more critters there are,
that'll eat yer horse!"
I won't ruin your image of me by explaining why I was running around that day in my cowboy boots & hat...
weird cowboy dreams. I'm scared of cows by the way. I still am.
ReplyDeleteI was expecting a tune from the Village People.
ReplyDeleteghosty,
ReplyDeleteSave a horse,
ride a cowboy.
YEE HAW!
mj,
HA!
I rather fancy the construction worker outfit..
it's a little bit more
"MACHO MACHO MAN!"
You're reminding me of an eerie (eiriee? eariee?) - strange - stat I heard several months ago. By around 1900, the prairee land in the US was still basically unchanged - except for the complete absence of Native Americans and buffalo.
ReplyDeleteI forget what the incentive was exactly, but I think the deal waa that basically the government started to practically give the land away and in no time, like twenty years, the native grasslands were wiped out making way for the dust bowl because whatever they first planted there was a bad choice and allowed the topsoil to blow away.
Hey, Brown Eyes. Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just pleased to see me back? X
ReplyDelete( I am typing that in my best Mae West accent. You could be forgiven for thinking it was Donald Duck).
Ooh you big, strong, handsome gunslinger you!
ReplyDeleteI do believe you're giving me the vapors.
Nice 'orse!
ReplyDeleteThat's no horse, that's my wife! (badum-bump)
ReplyDeleteOh Cherry,
ReplyDeleteI am ECSTATIC to see you back...and you sounded exactly like Mae West, who once said,
"I'll try anything once,
twice if I like it,
three times to make sure."
Rimshot,
I'm sorry that I give you gas..
here is a Mae West quote for you too.
"You only live once,
but if you do it right,
once is enough."
ziggi,
You can't even see my orse in those pictures?
Well, well, golly oh me oh my. Be still my heart in that hat! :;grin:: Bad thought.... lol
ReplyDeleteTakes me back to the days when homeland security really meant that.
ReplyDeleteSo how would you deal with Lavender's Blue?
I was happily singing along until I clicked on the comment thingy icon and then it told me that "related searches" were for haemorroids. . .
ReplyDeleteeh?
%-)
Y' better watch out there, Pilgrim!
ReplyDeleteY' don't want one ah' those messy,
self-inflicted handshots tah deal with, do yah?
Looks like "Hoss" took failing
ReplyDeletethat online course in Onanism the
wrong way. All that hard work, but
he never did grasp Manhandling jist
right...
insider,
ReplyDeleteIt's the hat eh?
Too bad I'm 'all hat and no cattle' as they say deep in the heart of Texas.
spentrails,
That's a dilly of a pickle.
Happy Trails to you...
view,
Hey having haemorroids in the saddle is NO picnic! Maybe I should get rid of that snapshot thingamabob?
duke,
Rooster Cogburn:
"Young fella, if you're lookin' for trouble I'll accomodate you. Otherwise, leave it alone."
concerned citizen,
My Word!
For those of you who missed that Sunday School class...
Å-nÉ-Ėni-zÉm
"masturbation," 1727, from Onan, son of Judah (Gen. xxxviii.9), who spilled his seed on the ground rather than impregnate his dead brother's wife...
NOT his brother's dead wife!
Somehow this was twisted by prudes into a prohibition of masturbation...
like that could happen?
i'll still settle for that home, where the buffalo roams. you'd throw in the airconditioning and microwave?
ReplyDeleteAnd here I was thinking you wrote that!
ReplyDeleteMe and my stupid illusions.
I wanted so much to be one of the chorus girls..
mistipurple,
ReplyDeleteDo you remember this song...
Eva Gabor zinging..."Green Acres"
"NO...New York is vhere I'd rather sztay.
I get allergic szmelling hay.
I just adore a penthouse view.
Dah-link I love you but give me Park Avenue."
gautami,
Sorry.
That 'thar' song is the ubiquitous American standard that sanitized and helped to glorify (justify) the conquest of the West.
Where the buffalo roam'ed' is more like it since the 'settlers' slaughtered almost every last one of the 50 million buffalo that roamed.
We did the American West for GCSEasy history. WE all got terribly upset about the native americans and the buffalo and all hate Custer and his stupid moustache.
ReplyDeleteTechnically (pedantically?): There were no buffalo, since they are not indigenous to North America. What the settlers called buffalo were actually bison.
ReplyDeleteStupid settlers.
Apparently Custer disagreed with the Indian Policy and fathered two children during a dalliance with a Native American Woman.
ReplyDeleteThese days PETA would have put his nuts in a ringer for shooting all of the Ponies!
All in all it was a tragic, pathetic period of Human history. Custer was a flamboyant, megalomaniac, sonofabitch and his modern designation as the personification of everything that was wrong with the subjugation of the Native Americans will undoubtedly continue.
rimshot,
Bravo! I hated them thar Buffalo Hunters in Lonesome Dove. Frankly I was delighted when July's sonofabitch wife Elmira is killed by the Sioux near Ogallala.
I also appreciated the way that Costner portrayed the senseless slaughter of the BISON in Dances With Wolves.
H.E.: May I safely assume that the historical period we're discussing is something of particular interest to you? Or are you just a western film buff?
ReplyDeletei won't forget 'Green Acres', 'Ponderosa' or 'Little House on the Prairie' and 'Bewitched'.
ReplyDeletesomething does not belong up there. but i loved all of them.
Oh give me a harley
ReplyDeleteand internal combustion
and electricity, and indoor plumbiiiiiing...
where never is heard
many words or anything else (because we run straight piiiiipes)
and the sky goes by too fast to seeeeeeee.
hoooooooome, home in the suburbs
where the neibors brew meth in their tub
where kids drive around
in jacked up loud cars
at 3am when you're trying to sleeeeeeeeep.
I doooo...I mean I did :)
ReplyDeleteKeshi.
rimshot,
ReplyDeleteI am a sucker for authentic historical reconstructions from almost any era.
If I am going to watch a movie then I prefer to travel back (or forward) in time...just gimme the costumes, elaborate sets, take me somehwere else.
The great thing about historical pieces is that the director can establish some credibility by touching upon recorded events or even folklorian notions, but it just gives it that extra oomph!
I'm rambling.
misti,
I see that you are well versed in the Classics!
keshi,
You sound like you are singin an ABBA song..
"I can't conceal it,
don't you see,
can't you feel it?
Don't you too?
I do, I do, I do, I do, I do"
first nations,
HAHAHAHA!
From that description you could be living almost anywhere in North America...isn't that sad.
aaaalrighty then...
ReplyDeleteNice 10-gallon hat for a two-ounce brain...
ReplyDeleteHA HA HA HA!!! (Runs away)