Come all you Texas Rangers wherever you may be,
I'll tell you of some trouble which happened unto me.

My name 'tis nothing extra, the truth to you I'll tell,
Come all you jolly Rangers, I'm sure I wish you well.

It was the age of sixteen I joined the royal band,
We marched from San Antonio, unto the Rio Grande.

Our captain he informed us, perhaps he thought 'twas right,
Before we reached the station, he was sure we would have to fight.

It was one morning early, our captain gave command,
“To arms, to arms,” he shouted, “and by your horses stand.”

We heard those Indians coming, we heard them give their yell,
My feelings at that moment no human tongue can tell.

We saw their smoke arising, it almost reached the sky,
My feelings at that moment, now is my time to die.

We saw those Indians coming, their arrows around us hailed,
My heart it sank within me, my courage almost failed.

We fought them full nine hours until the strife was o'er,
The like of dead and wounded, I never saw before.

Five hundred as noble Rangers as ever served the west,
We'll bury those noble Rangers, sweet peace shall be their rest.

I thought of my poor mother, those words she said to me,
“To you they are all strangers, you had better stay with me.”

I thought she was old and childish, perhaps she did not know,
My mind was bent on roving and I was bound to go.

Perhaps you have a mother, likewise a sister too,
Perhaps you have a sweetheart to weep and mourn for you.

If this be your condition I advise you to never roam,
I advise you by experience you had better stay at home.