Published October 17, 2007 by
Here in this land of the Wild West
Away from sweethearts and lovers, Distant from the scenes of our childhood, Away from our old-fashioned mothers, removed from the storm beaten cottage where the ivy still tenderly clings;
Our absence makes a broken circle, whilst we are like birds, on the wing.
Here in this land of the sunset,
Years have gone since we said adieu; Yet Christmas recalls to our memories the old faces and friends still true.
And tonight there's a depth of feeling, which unbidden thrills each breast, whilst we sing of the now broken circle, gathered in the old home nest.
They speak of our wild life on the plains; how we laugh while storms are high, while sharing our lot with the kin, with our watchword to do or die, they call us the wild daring cowboys, forgetting that 'neath the rough vest the heart may beat tender as a woman's, although with her charms unblessed.
Away then with dull care and sorrow; the years are hastening away,
Why should we think of the morrow, Why not drink and be merry today.
Then here's health to our dear old folks, to the friends still loving and true; here's health to the land of our fathers, And, Wild West, here's health to you.