<p class="tit-song">WESTWARD HO <span class="pagenum"><SPAN id="page037" name="page037"></SPAN>(p. 037)</span></p>
<p>I love not Colorado<br/>
Where the faro table grows,<br/>
And down the desperado<br/>
The rippling Bourbon flows;</p>
<p>Nor seek I fair Montana<br/>
Of bowie-lunging fame;<br/>
The pistol ring of fair Wyoming<br/>
I leave to nobler game.</p>
<p>Sweet poker-haunted Kansas<br/>
In vain allures the eye;<br/>
The Nevada rough has charms enough<br/>
Yet its blandishments I fly.</p>
<p>Shall Arizona woo me<br/>
Where the meek Apache bides?<br/>
Or New Mexico where natives grow<br/>
With arrow-proof insides?</p>
<p>Nay, 'tis where the grizzlies wander<br/>
And the lonely diggers roam,<br/>
And the grim Chinese from the squatter flees<br/>
That I'll make my humble home.</p>
<p>I'll chase the wild tarantula<br/>
And the fierce cayote I'll dare,<br/>
And <span class="pagenum"><SPAN id="page038" name="page038"></SPAN>(p. 038)</span> the locust grim, I'll battle him<br/>
In his native wildwood lair.</p>
<p>Or I'll seek the gulch deserted<br/>
And dream of the wild Red man,<br/>
And I'll build a cot on a corner lot<br/>
And get rich as soon as I can.</p>
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