Collected by Parler and O'Bryant
Mr. Otis Bird Marshall, Ark. July 26, 1958
Reel 358, Item 6
The Ranger's Bride
I loved a fair maiden Who lived on the plains She helped me herd cattle Through sunshine and rain.
She helped me herd cattle All through the roundup,
She helped me drink liquor From the cold bitter cup.
I taught the fair maiden The cowboy command To,hold a six-shooter In each of her hands.
We moved to the canyon In the fall of the year
stay there With a herd of fat steers.
But the Indians rushed on us At the of midnight
She sprung from her warm bed A battle to fight.
She sprung from her warm bed With a gun in each hand,
Says, Come you brave cowboys,
We'll whup the whole band.
But straight as the lightening Like rain
In came a bullet And splattered her brain.
Come all you brave cowboys,
And fight for your lives,
These redskin rascals Have murdered my wife.
We buried her next morning Just at sunrise
And there's no one left, love,
But old Ranger and I.The Ranger's Bride Reel 358, Item 6 Continued
Old Ranger and I, love,
Old Ranger and I,
But there's no one left, love,
But old Ranger and I.
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