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Track 15: THE FAIR MAID FROM THE PLAINS Another version of "Ranger's Command" learned from the Bun Kinsey, Dry Creek, Georgia tapes. There once lived a maiden far out on the plain She'd help herd the cattle through cold stormy rain She'd help herd the cattle through the long round up She'd take a drink with me from the cold bitter cup. She'd drink the red liquor that affects a man so She's fair as the lily and as white as the snow I taught her the comrade the cowboy's command To use a 6 shooter in each of her hands. To use a 6 shooter and never to run While there was a load left in each of her guns We camped in a canyon in the fall of the year The season to stay with a herd of the steers. The Indians broke upon us they did every night We rose from our warm beds a battle to fight. We rose from our warm beds oh how she cry Come all you brave cowboys fight here for your life. Come all you brave cowboys fight here for your life The Redskins have murdered my dear little wife, I jumped to my saddle a gun in each hand Come all you brave cowboys let's win this fair land. I'm far from my comrades I'm far from my home Far out on the prairie I'm crying alone, No father to cheer me no sweetheart to sigh No mother to weep o'er the place where I lie.
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