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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.