Sung by: Mr. and Mrs. Berry Sutterfield
Recorded in Big Flat, AR 8/29/58

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Come, all you Texan Rangers,
Wherever you may be;
A story I will tell you,
Which happened unto me.
My name, it's nothing extra,
So it I will not tell.
I am a roving Ranger;
I'm sure I wish you well.

'Twas at the age of sixteen
I joined this jolly band
To march from San Antonio
Unto the Rio Grande.
Our captain, he informed us--
Perhaps he thought it right--
"Before you reach yon station,"
Says he, "You'll have to fight."

I saw the Indians coming;
I heard them give a yell.
My feelings at that moment
No human's tongue can tell.
I heard the bugle sounding;
Our captain give command:
"To arms, to arms," he shouted,
"And by your horses stand."

I saw the smoke ascending;
It seemed to reach the sky.
My feelings at that moment:
Now is my time to die.
I saw the glittering lances,
And the arrows around me hailed.
My heart, it sunk within me;
My courage almost failed.

We fought them full an hour
Before the strife was o'er.
The like of dead and wounded
I never saw before;
There's five as noble Rangers
As ever saw the West
Was buried by their comrades;
Sweet be their peaceful rest.

I thought of my old mother;
In tears to me did say,
"To you they all are strangers;
With me you'd better stay."
I thought she was but childish;
The best she did not know.
My mind was fixed on ranging,
And I was forced to go.

Perhaps you have a mother,
Likewise a sister, too,
And maybe so a sweetheart
To weep and mourn for you.
This be your situation,
Although you like to roam.
I advise you by experience:
You'd better stay at home.

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

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