Lyrics:

[Intro]
Come all of you cowboys all over this land
I'll sing you the law of the Ranger's command

[Chorus]
To hold a six-shooter and never to run
As long as there's bullets in both of your guns

[Verse]
I met a fair maiden whose name I don't know
I asked her to the round-up with me would she go
She said she'd go with me to the cold round-up
And drink that hard liquor from a cold bitter cup
We started for the round-up in the fall of the year
Expecting to get there, with a herd of fat steer
When the rustlers broke on us, in the dead hour of night
She rose from her warm bed, a battle to fight
She rose from her warm bed with a gun in each hand
Saying, 'Come all you cowboys, and fight for your land.'

[Chorus]