Come all you Texas rangers, wherever you may be
I’ll tell you of some troubles that happened unto me
My name is nothing extra, so that I will not tell
And here’s to all you rangers, I’m sure I wish you well
It was at the age of 16, I joined the jolly band
We marched from San Antonio unto the Rio Grande
Our captain, he informed us, I guess he thought it right
Before we reach the station, we’d surely have to fight
And before we reached the station, our captain gave command
“To arms, to arms,” he shouted, “and by your ponies stand”
I saw the smoke ascending, it seemed to reach the sky
And then the thought had struck me, my time had come to die
I heard the Indians coming, I heard them give a yell
My feelings at that moment, no human tongue can tell
I saw their glittering lances, their arrows ’round me flew
And all my strength, it left me, and all my courage too
And all of us were wounded, our noble captain slain
The sun was shining sadly across the bloody plain
Sixteen as brave our rangers has ever rode the West
Were buried by their comrades with arrows in their chest
And now my song is ended, I guess I’ve sung enough
The life of any ranger, you see, is very tough
And if you have a mother who don’t want you to roam
I advise you by experience, you’d better stay at home
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