Collected by Merlin Mitchell
Transcribed by Kyle Perrin
February 20, 1950
The Ranger's Command
I once knew a maiden who lived on the plain,
She had made to(?) her cattle though(?) ••• a rain,
She had merry(?) one whole season, one whole year's round-up,
She would drink red liquor from a cold butter cup.
I learned her the cow trade, the ranger's command,
I learned her to handle six-shooters in right or left hand.
I learned her the cow trade, and never to run,
And never fear danger while a b ullet's in a gun.
We camped in a canyon in the fall of the year,
We camped in a canyon with a bunch of fat steers .
The Indians broke in on us at the dead hours of night,
She rose from her warm bed a battle to fight .
Then, out roared the thunder, and down come the rain,
Along come a bullet and crushed out her brain.
Now, rise, you cowboys, let's fight for her life,
For these wretched red-skins have murdered my wife .
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