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American Ballads and Folk Songs
And her eyes were kissed by the driving mist
As she faced that living hell j But when Texas Red, 'crost his pony's head,
Erect in his stirrups rose, Like a sprite she sprung—to his shoulder clung—
A rod from the leader's nose.
There was a noble ranger, They called him Mustang Grayj 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's heard his last war whoop And fought his last fight.
He ne'er would sleep within a tent No comforts would he knowj But like a brave old Tex-i-an A-ranging he would go.
v Frank Dobie in Publications of the Texas Folk-Lore Society, Vol. X.

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