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 it I will not tell
And here’s to all you rangers, I am sure I wish you well.
It was at the age of sixteen that I joined the jolly band
We marched from San Antonio down to the Rio Grande
Our captain he informed us, perhaps he thought it right
Before we reach the station, boys, you’ll surely have to fight.
And when the bugle sounds our captain gave command
To arms, to arms, he shouted, and by your horses stand
I saw the smoke ascending, it seemed to reach the sky
The first thought that struck me, my time had come to die.
I saw the Indians coming, I heard them give the yell
My feelings at that moment, no tongue can ever tell
I saw the glittering lances, their arrows round me flew
And all my strength it left me and all my courage too.
We found full nine hours before the strife was o’er
The like of dead and wounded I never saw before
And when the sun was rising and 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
And the sun was shining sadly across the bloody plain
Sixteen as brave rangers as ever roamed the West
Were buried by their comrades with arrows in their breast.
‘Twas then I thought of mother, who to me in tears did say
To you they are all strangers, with me you had better stay
I thought that she was childish, the bets she did not know
My mind was fixed on ranging and I was bound to go.
Perhaps you have a mother, likewise a sister too
And maybe you have a sweetheart to weep and mourn for you
If that be your situation, although you’d like to roam
I’d advise you by experience, you had better stay at home.
I have seen the fruits of rambling, I know its hardships well
I have crossed the Rocky Mountains, rode down the streets of hell
I have ben in the great Southwest where the wild Apaches roam
And I tell you from experience you had better stay at home.
And now my song is ended, I guess I have sung enough
The life of a ranger I am sure is very tough
And here’s to all you ladies, I am sure I wish you well
I am bound to go a-ranging, so ladies, fare you well.