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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.