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I love not Colorado

Where the faro table grows,

And down the desperado

The rippling Bourbon flows;

Nor seek I fair Montana

Of bowie-lunging fame;

The pistol ring of fair Wyoming

I leave to nobler game.

Sweet poker-haunted Kansas

In vain allures the eye;

The Nevada rough has charms enough

Yet its blandishments I fly.

Shall Arizona woo me

Where the meek Apache bides?

Or New Mexico where natives grow

With arrow-proof insides?

Nay, 'tis where the grizzlies wander

And the lonely diggers roam,

And the grim Chinese from the squatter flees

That I'll make my humble home.

I'll chase the wild tarantula

And the fierce cayote I'll dare,

And the locust grim, I'll battle him

In his native wildwood lair.

Or I'll seek the gulch deserted

And dream of the wild Red man,

And I'll build a cot on a corner lot

And get rich as soon as I can.