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Road to Oregon
We left our friends in foreign lands— Our native country dear;In sorrow, took the parting hand And shed the falling tear.
For Oregon, three cheers they gave, From us to disengage—Fearing that we might find our graves Amidst the sand and sage;
Or met by cruel savage bands, And slaughtered on the way—Their spectred visions, hand in hand, Would round our pathway play.
To the Pacific's temperate clime Our journey soon began—Traversing through the desert sands Towards the setting sun.
