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MUSTANG GRAY There was a noble ranger, They called him Mustang Gray; He left his home when but a youth, Went ranging far away. Chorus: But he'll go no more a-ranging The savage to affright; He's beard 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. Now he'll go no more a-ranging, The savage to affright; He's heard his last war whoop and fought his last fight. From American Ballads and Folk Songs, Lomax @cowboy @war filename[ MUSTGRAY TUNE FILE: MUSTGRAY CLICK TO PLAY RG |
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