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Stephen Vincent Benet - Western Wagons
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They went with axe and rifle, when the trail was still to blaze,
They went with wife and children, in the prairie-schooner days,
With banjo and with frying pan—Susanna, don`t you cry!
For I`m off to California to get rich out there or die!

We`ve broken land and cleared it, but we`re tired of where we are.
They say that wild Nebraska is a better place by far.
There`s gold in far Wyoming, there`s black earth in Ioway,
So pack up the kids and blankets, for we`re moving out today!

The cowards never started and the weak died on the road,
And all across the continent the endless campfires glowed.
We`d taken land and settled but a traveler passed by—
And we`re going West tomorrow—Lordy , never ask us why!

We`re going West tomorrow, where the promises can`t fail.
O`er the hills in legions, boys, and crowd the dusty trail!
We shall starve and freeze and suffer. We shall die, and tame the lands.
But we`re going West tomorrow, with our fortune in our hands.
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