Sung by: Sara Jo Fendley
and Mary Susan Hensley
Recorded in Leslie, AR 6/13/63

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Come, all you Texas Rangers,
Wherever you may be.
There's a story I will tell to you
That happened once to me.

My name is nothing extra;
It I will not tell,
For I'm a Texas Ranger,
And I'm sure I wish you well.

About the age of sixteen
I joined the jolly band,
Marched from San Antonio
Into the Rio Grande.

The captain, he informed us--
Perhaps he thought it right--
"Before you reach next station,"
Says, "Boys, you'll have to fight."

We saw the Yankees coming,
We heard them give their yells,
My feelings at that moment,
No human tongue can tell.

We fought for full nine hours
Before our strife was o'er.
So many of the dead and the wounded
I never saw before.

It was twelve of the noblest Rangers
That ever saw the West,
Were lying 'side a-dying;
Sweet be the place of rest.

May this be your situation,
Although you like to roam.
My advice to all you boys:
You'd better stay at home.

(??: "I'll sing it for you.")

Perhaps you'll have a mother,
. . .
Perhaps you'll have a mother
To weep and mourn for you.

Also found in Randolph, Vol. II, #177; Brown, Vol. II, #234; Belden, p. 336.

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