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 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
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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