I’ve met a trader on the southern plains
Who spoke of horsemen young and bold
Led by a ranger grey and old
Who’s hands still tightly gripped the reins.
Of horses in the night, he told
And crossings of the Rio Grande
Through summers’ blaze and winters’ cold
Rode Captain Willard with his men.
Across the Llano had they been
Beyond the grasp of settlers dreams
And from Galveston to Abilene
The rangers tamed the red man’s land