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Rocky Mountain Rangers
by Colter Wall
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Unfit was I for the Scarlett Mounties,
Dandy dude townies,
Drunkard down and outies
But I knowed some boys that I once called family
Mounted high in the year of 85
Major Stewart went down and he left his cows
Back in Fort McLeod
When the news circled round
That the Métis had enough
And there's rustlers on the prowl
And Assiniboia needs us boys
To straighten her out
Rocky Mountain Rangers
Riding o'er the plains sir
Of all the western Calvalry
There's none any stranger
Rocky Mountain Rangers
Well equipped for danger
Mounted high in the year of 85
One evenings patrol on cypress hills
We drank up our fill
And the hour was still
When a Winchester shot
Like the ringing of a bell
Some boys of Gabriel Dumont's are shooting us to hell
So it's raise up your six-guns
Lest we be undone
Rake some fur, slack them reins
Let your ponies run, run
How I survived I may never understand son
Wooly times in the year of 85
Rocky Mountain Rangers
Riding o'er the plains sir
Of all the western Calvalry
There's none any stranger
Rocky Mountain Rangers
Well equipped for danger
Mounted high in the year of 85
Disbanded in the year of 85
Unfit was I for the Scarlett Mounties,
Dandy dude townies,
Drunkard down and outies
But I knowed some boys that I once called family
Mounted high in the year of 85
Major Stewart went down and he left his cows
Back in Fort McLeod
When the news circled round
That the Métis had enough
And there's rustlers on the prowl
And Assiniboia needs us boys
To straighten her out
Rocky Mountain Rangers
Riding o'er the plains sir
Of all the western Calvalry
There's none any stranger
Rocky Mountain Rangers
Well equipped for danger
Mounted high in the year of 85
One evenings patrol on cypress hills
We drank up our fill
And the hour was still
When a Winchester shot
Like the ringing of a bell
Some boys of Gabriel Dumont's are shooting us to hell
So it's raise up your six-guns
Lest we be undone
Rake some fur, slack them reins
Let your ponies run, run
How I survived I may never understand son
Wooly times in the year of 85
Rocky Mountain Rangers
Riding o'er the plains sir
Of all the western Calvalry
There's none any stranger
Rocky Mountain Rangers
Well equipped for danger
Mounted high in the year of 85
Disbanded in the year of 85
