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THE DYING RANGER
T HE sun was sinking in the west And fell with lingering ray Through the branches of a forest Where a wounded ranger lay; Beneath the shade of a palmetto And the sunset silvery sky, Far away from his home in Texas They laid him down to die.
A group had gathered round him,
His comrades in the fight,
A tear rolled down each manly cheek
As he bid a last good-night.
One tried and true companion
Was kneeling by his side,
To stop his life-blood flowing,
But alas, in vain he tried.
When to stop the life-blood flowing He found 'twas all in vain, The tears rolled down each man's cheek Like light showers of rain. Up spoke the noble ranger, ** Boys, weep no more for me, I am crossing the deep waters To a country that is free. 214