Rebecca Pidgeon - Texas Rangers
Come all you Texas Rangers, wherever you may be,
I'll tell you of some troubles that happened onto me.
My name is nothing extra, so that I will not tell,
But here's to all you rangers, I'm sure I wish you well.
Twas at the age of twenty I joined the ranger band,
We marched from San Antonio down to the Rio Grande.
Our captain he informed us, perhaps he thought it right,
"Before you reach the station, boys, I'm surely you'll have to fight!"
And when the bugles sounded, our captain gave command,
"To arms, to arms," he shouted, "and by your horses stand."
I saw the smoke ascending, and it seemed to reach the sky.
The first thought then, it struck me, "My time has come to die!"
I saw the Indians coming; I heard them give their yell.
My feelings at that moment, no tongue can ever tell.
I saw their glittering lances, their arrows around me flew,
And all my strength had left me, and all my courage too.
We fought them for nine hours before the strife was o'er.
The likes of dead and wounded, I've never saw before.
And as the sun was rising, the Indians they had fled.
We loaded up our rifles and counted up our dead.
And all of us were wounded, our noble captain slain.
The sun was shining sadly along that flooded plain,
Sixteen as brave a Rangers as ever roamed the West,
Were buried by their comrades with arrows in their breasts.
I've seen the fruits of rambling, I know its hardships well,
I've been in the Rocky Mountains, road down the streets of hell,
I've been in the great Southwest, boys, where wild Apache roam,
And I can tell you from experience, you'd better off at home.
And now my song is ended, I'm sure I've sung enough,
The life of a Texas Ranger, boys, you see is very tough,
And here is to all you ladies, I'm sure I wish you well,
I'm bound to go a-ranging, so ladies fare you well.
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