oldman5286
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THE MOUNTAIN MAN
My uncle Roy was a bugle boy
In the Seventh Cavalry
He busted his ass blowin that brass
In the summer of 33
His family were killed by Quantrell’s raiders
When he was just a lad
And being the youngest of the bunch
No wonder he went bad
He grew up fighten and raising Hell
Like so many of his time
So he figgered he better join the Army
And get away from his life of crime
The Army suited him quite well
And gave him a place to grow
But when the injun wars started out West
He couldn’t wait to go
So he rode out West with all the rest
To the land of the wily Cheyenne
And that is where, so I been told,
That he became a man
He was mustered out, round about,
Eighteen thirty eight
When the Oregon country called to him
And it was to be his fate
To become a trapper and hunter as well
And live the outdoor way
And to nature be true and to Rendezvous
And to always have his say
The years went by and he settled in
Near the river of Deschutes
But the mountains west he loved the best
And they would hold his roots
The Cascade Range is what their called
And beauty is their mark
The summer livin is just plain easy
But winter is no lark
The snow that falls and wind that blows
And the frost that covers the ground
Will put you to a greater test
Than anything you have found
“Ol Roy” begin to wonder about
helping to protect this land
so he and a bunch got together
and discussed the problems at hand
They needed a crew they could put together
And fight if they needed to
To protect the area that had become home
For more than just a few
They finally had it figgered out
So the plans were laid
To gather a group of Mountain Men
And call it “The Cascade Brigade “
And that’s the history of this group
That is still in force today
And as a member of this bunch
I live the “Mountain Man” way.
written by oldman5286
My uncle Roy was a bugle boy
In the Seventh Cavalry
He busted his ass blowin that brass
In the summer of 33
His family were killed by Quantrell’s raiders
When he was just a lad
And being the youngest of the bunch
No wonder he went bad
He grew up fighten and raising Hell
Like so many of his time
So he figgered he better join the Army
And get away from his life of crime
The Army suited him quite well
And gave him a place to grow
But when the injun wars started out West
He couldn’t wait to go
So he rode out West with all the rest
To the land of the wily Cheyenne
And that is where, so I been told,
That he became a man
He was mustered out, round about,
Eighteen thirty eight
When the Oregon country called to him
And it was to be his fate
To become a trapper and hunter as well
And live the outdoor way
And to nature be true and to Rendezvous
And to always have his say
The years went by and he settled in
Near the river of Deschutes
But the mountains west he loved the best
And they would hold his roots
The Cascade Range is what their called
And beauty is their mark
The summer livin is just plain easy
But winter is no lark
The snow that falls and wind that blows
And the frost that covers the ground
Will put you to a greater test
Than anything you have found
“Ol Roy” begin to wonder about
helping to protect this land
so he and a bunch got together
and discussed the problems at hand
They needed a crew they could put together
And fight if they needed to
To protect the area that had become home
For more than just a few
They finally had it figgered out
So the plans were laid
To gather a group of Mountain Men
And call it “The Cascade Brigade “
And that’s the history of this group
That is still in force today
And as a member of this bunch
I live the “Mountain Man” way.
written by oldman5286
