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C OME, all you Texas rangers, wherever you may be, I'll tell you of some troubles that happened unto me. My name is nothing extra, so it I will not tell,— And here's to all you rangers, I am sure I wish you well.
It was at the age of sixteen that I joined the jolly
band, We marched from San Antonio down to the Rio
Grande. Our captain he informed us, perhaps he thought it
right, " Before we reach the station, boys, you'll surely have
And when the bugle sounded our captain gave command,
" To arms, to arms," he shouted, " and by your horses stand."
I saw the smoke ascending, it seemed to reach the sky;
The first thought that struck me, my time had come to die.
I saw the Indians coming, I heard them give the yell; My feelings at that moment, no tongue can ever tell.