Mustang Gray

[gray_marian]

There was a brave old Texan,
They called him Mustang Gray;
He left his home when but a youth,
Went ranging far away.

But he'll go no more a-ranging
The savage to affright;
He has heard his last war whoop
And fought his last fight.

He ne'er would sleep within a tent
No comforts would he know;
But like a brave old Tex-i-can
A-ranging he would go.

When Texas was invaded
By a mighty tyrant foe,
He mounted his noble war-horse
And a-ranging he did go.

Once he was taken prisoner,
Bound in chains upon the way;
He wore the yoke of bondage
Through the streets of Monterey.

A seņorita loved him
And followed by his side;
She opened the gates and gave to him
Her father's steed to ride.

God bless the seņorita,
The belle of Monterey;
She opened wide the prison door
And let him ride away.

And when his veteran's life was spent,
It was his last command,
To bury him on Texas soil
On the banks of the Rio Grande;

And there the lonely traveler,
When passing by his grave,
Will shed a farewell tear
O'er the bravest of the brave.

Now he'll go no more a-ranging,
The savage to affright;
He's heard his last war-whoop
and fought his last fight.

"Authorship credited to Tom Grey, Tularosa, New Mexico."
'I first heard it sung by a man named Sanford, who
kept a saloon in La Ascension, Mexico, about 1888'

[j.sabourn]

How old were you in 1888 Marian ? That makes you 139 if you were 12 at the time. Cheers JS

[gray_marian]

I'm "young at heart" John

[j.sabourn]

Or maybe Dorian Greys sister. JS

[happy daze john in oz]

Or Dorian Gray in disguise!!!!!

[j.sabourn]

In Drag John.

[Richard Quartermaine]

Or maybe Dorian Greys sister. JS

A somewhat Wilde guess, John S. Can't picture it.
Richard