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Cowboy Songs, and Other Frontier Ballads
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There once was a noble ranger,
They called him Mustang Gray;
He left his home when but a youth,
Went ranging far away.
But he'll go no more a-ranging,
The savage to affright;
He has heard his last war-whoop,
And fought his last fight.
He ne'er would sleep within a tent,
No comforts would he know;
But like a brave old Tex-i-an,
A-ranging he would go.
When Texas was invaded
By a mighty tyrant foe,
He mounted his noble war-horse
And a-ranging he did go.
Once he was taken prisoner,
Bound in chains upon the way,
He wore the yoke of bondage
Through the streets of Monterey.
A senorita loved him,
And followed by his side;
She opened the gates and gave to him
Her father's steed to ride.
God bless the senorita,
The belle of Monterey,
She opened wide the prison door
And let him ride away.
And when this veteran's life was spent,
It was his last command
To bury him on Texas soil
On the banks of the Rio Grande;
And there the lonely traveler,
When passing by his grave,
Will shed a farewell tear
O'er the bravest of the brave.
And he'll go no more a-ranging,
The savage to affright;
He has heard his last war-whoop,
And fought his last fight.
YOUNG COMPANIONS
Come all you young companions
And listen unto me,
I'll tell you a story
Of some bad company.
I was born in Pennsylvania
Among the beautiful hills
And the memory of my childhood
Is warm within me still.
I did not like my fireside,
I did not like my home;
I had in view far rambling,
So far away did roam.
I had a feeble mother,
She oft would plead with me;
And the last word she gave me
Was to pray to God in need.
I had two loving sisters,
As fair as fair could be,
And oft beside me kneeling
They oft would plead with me.
I bid adieu to loved ones,
To my home I bid farewell,
And I landed in Chicago
In the very depth of hell.
It was there I took to drinking,
I sinned both night and day,
And there within my bosom
A feeble voice would say:
"Then fare you well, my loved one,
May God protect my boy,
And blessings ever with him
Throughout his manhood joy."
I courted a fair young maiden,
Her name I will not tell,
For I should ever disgrace her
Since I am doomed for hell.
It was on one beautiful evening,
The stars were shining bright,
And with a fatal dagger
They called him Mustang Gray;
He left his home when but a youth,
Went ranging far away.
But he'll go no more a-ranging,
The savage to affright;
He has heard his last war-whoop,
And fought his last fight.
He ne'er would sleep within a tent,
No comforts would he know;
But like a brave old Tex-i-an,
A-ranging he would go.
When Texas was invaded
By a mighty tyrant foe,
He mounted his noble war-horse
And a-ranging he did go.
Once he was taken prisoner,
Bound in chains upon the way,
He wore the yoke of bondage
Through the streets of Monterey.
A senorita loved him,
And followed by his side;
She opened the gates and gave to him
Her father's steed to ride.
God bless the senorita,
The belle of Monterey,
She opened wide the prison door
And let him ride away.
And when this veteran's life was spent,
It was his last command
To bury him on Texas soil
On the banks of the Rio Grande;
And there the lonely traveler,
When passing by his grave,
Will shed a farewell tear
O'er the bravest of the brave.
And he'll go no more a-ranging,
The savage to affright;
He has heard his last war-whoop,
And fought his last fight.
YOUNG COMPANIONS
Come all you young companions
And listen unto me,
I'll tell you a story
Of some bad company.
I was born in Pennsylvania
Among the beautiful hills
And the memory of my childhood
Is warm within me still.
I did not like my fireside,
I did not like my home;
I had in view far rambling,
So far away did roam.
I had a feeble mother,
She oft would plead with me;
And the last word she gave me
Was to pray to God in need.
I had two loving sisters,
As fair as fair could be,
And oft beside me kneeling
They oft would plead with me.
I bid adieu to loved ones,
To my home I bid farewell,
And I landed in Chicago
In the very depth of hell.
It was there I took to drinking,
I sinned both night and day,
And there within my bosom
A feeble voice would say:
"Then fare you well, my loved one,
May God protect my boy,
And blessings ever with him
Throughout his manhood joy."
I courted a fair young maiden,
Her name I will not tell,
For I should ever disgrace her
Since I am doomed for hell.
It was on one beautiful evening,
The stars were shining bright,
And with a fatal dagger
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