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
I bid her spirit flight.
So justice overtook me,
You all can plainly see,
My soul is doomed forever
Throughout eternity.
It's now I'm on the scaffold,
My moments are not long;
You may forget the singer
But don't forget the song.
LACKEY BILL
Come all you good old boys and listen to my rhymes,
We are west of Eastern Texas and mostly men of crimes;
Each with a hidden secret well smothered in his breast,
Which brought us out to Mexico, way out here in the West.
My parents raised me tenderly, they had no child but me,
Till I began to ramble and with them could never agree.
My mind being bent on rambling did grieve their poor hearts sore,
To leave my aged parents them to see no more.
I was borned and raised in Texas, though never come to fame,
A cowboy by profession, C.W. King, by name.
Oh, when the war was ended I did not like to work,
My brothers were not happy, for I had learned to shirk.
In fact I was not able, my health was very bad,
I had no constitution, I was nothing but a lad.
I had no education, I would not go to school,
And living off my parents I thought it rather cool.
So I set a resolution to travel to the West,
My parents they objected, but still I thought it best.
It was out on the Seven Rivers all out on the Pecos stream,
It was there I saw a country I thought just suited me.
I thought I would be no stranger and lead a civil life,
In order to be happy would choose myself a wife.
On one Sabbath evening in the merry month of May
To a little country singing I happened there to stray.
It was there I met a damsel I never shall forget,
The impulse of that moment remains within me yet.
We soon became acquainted, I thought she would fill the bill,
She seemed to be good-natured, which helps to climb the hill.
She was a handsome figure though not so very tall;
Her hair was red as blazes, I hate it worst of all.
I saw her home one evening in the presence of her pap,
I bid them both good evening with a note left in her lap.
And when I got an answer I read it with a rush,
I found she had consented, my feelings was a hush.
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