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MUSTER OUT THE RANGER
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ES, muster them out, the valiant band That guards our western home. iWhat matter to you in your eastern land If the raiders here should come? "No danger that you shall awake at night To the howls of a savage band; So muster them out, though the morning light Find havoc on every hand.
Some dear one is sick and the horses all gone,
So we can't for a doctor send;
The outlaws were in in the light of the morn
And no Rangers here to defend.
For they've mustered them out, the brave true band,
Untiring by night and day.
The fearless scouts of this border land
Made the taxes high, they say.
Have fewer men in the capitol walls, Fewer tongues in the war of words, But add to the Rangers, the living wall That keeps back the bandit hordes. Have fewer dinners, less turtle soup, If the taxes are too high.
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