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Unfit was I for the Scarlett Mounties Dandy dude townies, dsrunkard 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 Rangers well equipped for danger Mounted high in the year of '85 One evenings 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 Rocky Mountain Rangers, riding o'er the plains Letras de cancionesServe 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 From Letras Mania