Mustang Gray

Mustang Gray

There once was a noble ranger
They called him Mustang Gray
He left his home when but a youth
Went ranging far away.

But he’ll go no more a-ranging
The savage to affright
He has heard his last war-whoop
And fought his last fight.

He ne’er would sleep within a tent
No comforts would he know
But like a brave old Tex-i-an
A-ranging he would go.

When Texas was invaded
By a mighty tyrant foe
He mounted his noble war-horse
And a-ranging he did go.

Once he taken prisoner
Bound in chains upon the way
He wore the yoke of bondage
Through the streets of Monterey.

A senorita loved him
And followed by his side
She opened the gates and gave to him
Her father’s steed to ride.

God bless the senorita
The belle of Monterey
She opened wide the prison door
And let him ride away.

And when this veteran’s life was spent
It was his last command
To bury him on Texas soil
On the banks of the Rio Grande.

And there the lonely traveler
When passing by his grave
Will shed a farewell tear
O’er the bravest of the brave.

And he’ll go no more a-ranging
The savage to affright
He has heard his last war-whoop
And fought his last fight.