The Ballad of the Ranger

Over water, wood, and stone

Through dark and light and danger

Wandering ever without a home

Comes striding the old Ranger

Winter's bite and summer's burn

The fickle twists of nature

From his path won't make him turn

The ever-faithful Ranger

None can love him, none can know

The weight of his great wager

Shunning family, hearth and home

Walk on, thou lonely Ranger

Morning, evening, shade and sun

Move o'er the unknown stranger

Death will grant his work is done

Rest now, O weary Ranger