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HERE 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 was 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; 79 |
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