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SPRINGTIME ON THE RANGE
Oh, it's gettin' onto spring, an' so let us up
an' sing
Of the greenin' of the prairies in the sun,
An' the comin' of the birds an' the fat'nin'
of the herds—
Start a tunin' up your voices ev'ry one.
Oh, my! see the smilin' sky, winter's gettin' ready fer to slide,
Air's some warmer, hain't it, say?
Chinook, yes, an' breath o' May, An' crocuses along the Big Divide.
Soon a feller hears an' sees blackbirds millin'
in the trees,
Soon the roses will bebloomin' fer the May.
Oh, it's comin'—don't you feel that it's
gettin' time to peel
All your winter ways an' sort o' sweetly say:
Oh, my! see the smilin' sky, winter's gettin' ready fer to slide,
Air's some warmer, hain't it, say?
Chinook, yes, an' breath o' May, An' crocuses along the Big Divide. |
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