Colter Wall, "Rocky Mountain Rangers"

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 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