La Letra Melancólica: «Rocky Mountain Rangers»

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

Serve all the western Calvalry, there's none any stranger

Rocky Mountain Rangеrs well-equipped for dangеr

Mounted high in the year of '85

One evening's 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 let'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

Woolly times in the year of '85

Rocky Mountain Rangers, riding o'er the plains

Serve 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

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