Come all you Rangers, wherever you may be, F C Bb C tell you of some trouble that happened unto me. Bb F My name is extra, so that I will not tell, Bb C F Ab Bb C But to all good rangers, I'm sure I wish you well.
2: When at the age of sixteen I this jolly band, We marched from San down to the Rio Grande. Our captain he informed us, he thought it right, "Before we reach the station, we'll have to fight!"
3: I saw the ascending, it seemed to reach the sky. The first thought then came to me, "My time has to die!" And the bugles sounded, our captain gave command, "To arms, to arms," he shouted, "and by your stand."
4: I saw the Indians coming, I heard awful yell. My feelings at the moment, no tongue an tell. I saw glittering lances, their arrows around me flew, Till all my strength had me, and all my courage too.
5: We fought for full hours before the strife was o'er. The likes of and wounded, I've never seen before. And the sun had risen, the Indians they had fled. We loaded up our and counted up our dead.
6: Now all of us wounded, our noble captain slain. And when the sun was shining the bloody plain, Six of the rangers that ever roamed the West, Were buried by comrades with arrows in the breasts.
7: Perhaps you a mother, likewise a sister too. you have a sweetheart, to weep and mourn for you. If be your position, although you'd like to roam, I'll tell you from experience, you'd better at home.