There’s been lots o’ growls and grumblin’ since our Uncle called us in;

‘Cause ther’s many trials and hardships, new and strange to us recruits.

But, since getting’ used to army life, and learning’ how to win;

We’re all smiin’ in this outfit. Are you fellow followin’ suit?

We’ve sweated blood ‘neath Texas suns, and almost cried in pain.

We’ve ridden ‘till our legs so stiff, we’d thought we’d left them lyin’

Down along the Rio Grande, or somewhere on the plain;

But ‘tis a song on our lips, and a mile in our eye;

I remember a night on the River Patrol, when snow and wind was bitin’.

The horses ‘tween our legs were cold and stiff, for want o’ rest;

But we had our thiry miles to do, and no excuse for lightin’,

For the horses hadn’t fed that day; and we our belts could tighten

*But we ain’t grippin’; are you?