<p class="tit-song">THE RANGE RIDERS <span class="pagenum"><SPAN id="page269" name="page269"></SPAN>(p. 269)</span></p>
<p>Come all you range riders and listen to me,<br/>
I will relate you a story of the saddest degree,<br/>
I will relate you a story of the deepest distress,—<br/>
I love my poor Lulu, boys, of all girls the best.</p>
<p>When you are out riding, boys, upon the highway,<br/>
Meet a fair damsel, a lady so gay,<br/>
With her red, rosy cheeks and her sparkling dark eyes,<br/>
Just think of my Lulu, boys, and your bosoms will rise.</p>
<p>While you live single, boys, you are just in your prime;<br/>
You have no wife to scold, you have nothing to bother your minds;<br/>
You can roam this world over and do just as you will,<br/>
Hug and kiss the pretty girls and be your own still.</p>
<p>But when you get married, boys, you are done with this life,<br/>
You have sold your sweet comfort for to gain you a wife;<br/>
Your <span class="pagenum"><SPAN id="page270" name="page270"></SPAN>(p. 270)</span> wife she will scold you, and the children will cry,<br/>
It will make those fair faces look withered and dry.</p>
<p>You can scarcely step aside, boys, to speak to a friend<br/>
But your wife is at your elbow saying what do you mean.<br/>
With her nose turned upon you it will look like sad news,—<br/>
I advise you by experience that life to refuse.</p>
<p>Come fill up your bottles, boys, drink Bourbon around;<br/>
Here is luck to the single wherever they are found.<br/>
Here is luck to the single and I wish them success,<br/>
Likewise to the married ones, I wish them no less.</p>
<p>I have one more request to make, boys, before we part.<br/>
Never place your affection on a charming sweetheart.<br/>
She is dancing before you your affections to gain;<br/>
Just turn your back on them with scorn and disdain.</p>
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