Identifier: bookofsongpoems00alte (find matches)
Title: Book of song poems
Year: 1905 (1900s)
Authors: Alter, James Leander, 1859-
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Publisher: (Remington? Ind.)
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation

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The Falls of the Yellowstone River, Montana. The falls In Montana are so high. We see them as onward we go,It seems that they fall from the skies. But they are just coming clown from the snow. With its improvements up-to-date,As we go, as we go. Through Idaho now were bound.Where the minerals are found,And plenty of game there abound.As we go, as we go. Through Idaho with a steady tread,Here we find the lava bedLying west of the watershed.As we go, as we go. Through Idaho with its fine scenes.And its lovely mountain streams,With sheep and cattle on the green,« As we go, as we go. Through Idaho were moving stillWe pass the saw and shingle mill,Also the mountains and the hill,As we go, as we go. August, 1905 THE LAVA BED. HERE are the great lava beds.Lying west of the watershedsWhere the country is overspread,In the West, in the West. It is as hard as a bone,Composed of melted iron and stoneAnd other minerals there known,In the West, in the West. 42
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Idaho Indian Dancers. There are many Indians out through the West,We see their wigwams at a glance; Civilization and labor they detestBut love their sports, the hunt and dance. Where it covers all the ground,There for many miles around,In the countries where its found,In the West, in the West. In places broken like fields of ice,But is far from being as nice;Go and see if you have the price,To the West, to the West. What must have been the sight!When flooded with red waves of light,Like a tornado in its flight. Over the West, over the West. August, 1905. LAKE PONDERAY. LET us sing of the beauties of the day:Near the foot of the mountains are seenThe gentle waves of PonderayThere fringed in living green. Over its waves the balmy breezes.On their crests the sunbeams play; How rich are all of Natures prizes!See its mantles of blue and gray. O where are now the rich treasures, Do they in its bosom lie?O how we enjoy the pleasures Of its beauties while passing by! Along its banks are the l

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