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A RANGER |
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E never made parade of tooth or claw;
He was plain as us that nursed the bawlin' herds. Though he had a rather meanin'-lookin' jaw, He was shy of exercisin' it with words. As a circus-ridin' preacher of the law, All his preachin' was the sort that hit the nail; He was just a common ranger, just a ridin' pilgrim stranger,
And he labored with the sinners of the trail. Once a Yaqui knifed a woman, jealous mad,
Then hit southward with the old, old killer's plan, And nobody missed the woman very bad, While they'd just a little rather missed the man. But the ranger crossed his trail and sniffed it glad, And then loped away to bring him back again, For he stood for peace and order on the lonely, sunny border
And his business was to hunt for sinful men! So the trail it led him southward all the day,
Through the shinin' country of the thorn and snake, Where the heat had drove the lizards from their play 134 |
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