Louis F. Gottschalk
Frank Gaylord

Free on the desert waste I roam,
Free from the trammels of all care,
My steed's broad back I call my home,
All conflicts does he share.
Fear is unknown within my breast,
The clash of steel is music sweet,
On bleaching sands I find my rest,
I love the simoon's heat.

My life is wild, yet I can feel 'midst turmoil or alarms
A passion rising in appeal,
To halo woman's charms.
For, distant in my desesrt tent,
One waits by day and night.
My fervent pray'rs to Heav'vn are sent,
That we again unite,
My fervent pray'rs to Heav'n are sent,
That we again unite.