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When Its Spring Time in The Rockies

The twilight shadows deepn into night dear
The city lights are gleaming on the snow
I sit alone beside the dreary fire dear
Im dreaming dreams from out the long ago
I fancy it is springtime in the mountains
The flowers with their colors are aflame
And every day I hear you softly singing
I’ll wait until the springtime comes again

When its springtime in the Rockies
I am coming back to you
Little Sweetheart of the mountains
With your bonny eyes of blue
Once again I’ll say I love you
While the birds sing all the day
When it’s springtime in the Rockies
In the Rockies far away

Ive kept your image guarded in my heart dear
I’ve kept my love for you as pure as dew
Im longing for the time when I shall come dear
Back to that dear old Western home and you
I fancy its springtime in the mounains
The maple leaves in first sky green appear
I hear you softly say my Queen of May time
This springtime you have come to meet me here

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The Maple Leaf Forever

In days of your, from britains shore
Walfe the dauntless hero came
And planted firm Britannias flag
On Canada’s fair domain
Here may it wave our boast or pride
And join in love together
The thistle, Shamrock Rose Entwine
The Maple Leaf forever

The Maple Leaf our emblem dear
The Maple Leaf Forever
God save Our King and Heaven bless
The Maple Leaf forever

At Queenston Heights and Lundy’s lane
Our brave Fathers side by side
For freedom, homes, and lov’d ones dear
Firmly stood and bravely died
And those dear rights which they maintained
We swear to yeild them never
Our watchword ever more shall be
The Maple Leaf Forever

A 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

Where the air is so pure, and the zephers so free
And the breezes so balmy and light
I would not exchange my home on the range
for all of your cities so bright

The Red Man was pressed from this part of the west
Tis unlikely he’ll ever return
To the banks of Red River where seldom if ever
Their flickering campfires burn

Oh I love the wild flowers in this dear land of ours
The curfew I love to hear scram
I love the white rocks and the antelope flocks
that graze on the mountain tops green

Oh give me a land where the bright diamonds and sand
Goes leisurely down the clear stream
And the graceful white swan goes gliding along
Like a maid in a heavenly dream

How often at night when the heavens are bright
with the light of the glittering stars
How I stood there amazed and asked as I gazed
If their glory exceeds that of ours

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

The Spanish Cavalier

A Spanish cavalier stood in his retreat
And on his guitar played a tune dear
The music so sweet they would oftimes repeat
The belssing of my Country and you dear

Say darling say when Im far away
Sometimes you may think of me dear
Bright sunny days will soon fade away
Remember what I say and be true dear

I’m off to the war to the war I must go
To fight for my country and you dear
But if I should fall in vain I would call
The blessings of my country and you dear

When the war is over to you I’ll return
Back to my country and you dear
But if I am slain you may seek me in vain
Upon the battlefield you will find me