
Date of issue: 27.08.2020
Song language: English
Rocky Mountain Rangers |
Unfit was I for the Scarlett Mounties |
Dandy dude townies, drunkard down and outies |
But I knowed some boys that I once called family |
Mounted high in the year of '85 |
Major Stewart went down and he left his cows |
Back in Fort McLeod when the news circled 'round |
That the Métis had enough and there’s rustlers on the prowl |
And Assiniboia needs us boys to straighten her out |
Rocky Mountain Rangers, riding o’er the plains |
Serve all the western Calvalry, there’s none any stranger |
Rocky Mountain Rangrs well equipped for dangr |
Mounted high in the year of '85 |
One evenings patrol on Cypress Hills |
We drank up our fill and the hour was still |
When a Winchester shot like the ringing of a bell |
Some boys of Gabriel Dumont’s are shooting us to hell |
So it’s raise up your six-guns, lest we be undone |
Rake some fur, slack them reins, let your ponies run, run |
How I survived I may never understand, son |
Woolly times in the year of '85 |