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Now once ev'ry year there's one town looks dear, 

 Pendleton, you know the town ; 

 My heart seems to cling, so that's why I sing 

 Of Pendleton's Round-Up renown. 



We've fairs ev'ry where, some good, some just fair, 

 Some towns went broke when 'twas over. But there 



won't come a time 

 That this town don't shine, when her people won't be in 



clover ; 

 Her women are fair, her business men square, 

 Good fellowship night and day; 

 From the mayor to the cop, she's always on top, 

 A hummer, a dinger, she's there. 



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For my heart goes back to dear old Pendleton. That's the on- ly place for 



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