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AMERICAN BALLADS AND SONGS 185
86 DAKOTA LAND
We've reached the land of desert sweet, Where nothing grows for man to eat. The wind it blows with feverish heat Across the plains so hard to beat.
0  Dakota land, sweet Dakota land, As on thy fiery soil I stand
1 look across the plains
And wonder why it never rains, Till Gabriel blows his trumpet sound And says the rain's just gone around.
We have no wheat, we have no oats, We have no corn to feed our shoats; Our chickens are so very poor They beg for crumbs outside the door.
Our horses are of broncho race; Starvation stares them in the face. We do not live, we only stay; We are too poor to get away.
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THE DREARY BLACK HILLS
Now friends if you'll listen to a horrible tale
It's getting quite dreary and it's getting quite stale,