Songs of the Cowboys (1908)/Mustang Gray

There was a brave old Texan
They called him Mustang Gray
He left his home when quite a boy
And went roaming far away.

He'll go no more a-rangering
Those savages to affright
He has heard his last war-whoop
He fought his last fight.

When our country was invaded
By the Indian warriors train's
He used to mount his noble charger
And scout the hills and plains.

​He would not sleep within a tent
No pleasures did he know
But like a brave old frontiersman
A-scouting he would go.

Once he was taken prisoner
And carried far away
Had to wear the yoke of bondage
Through the streets of Monterey.

A señorita loved him
And with a brave woman's pride
She opened the gates and gave him
Her father's horse to ride.

And when this gallant life was spent
This was his last command
Pray bury me in old Texas soil
On the banks of the Rio Grande.

And when the weary treveller
Is passing by his grave
He may sometimes shed a farewell tear
O'er the bravest of the brave.