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