FOLK COLLECTION 11: The Skaggs Foundation Cowboy Poetry Collection
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Rhymes of Today and Yesterday!
FC 11 G-17
59
June Brander Gilman
The Yellow Rose
The yellow rose of Christmas.
Rhymes of Today and Yesterday!
FC 11 G-17
60
June Brander Gilman
Holiday Tradition
If your will to resist candies, cookies and such.
Rhymes of Today and Yesterday!
FC 11 G-17
60
June Brander Gilman
Christmas Candies
Creamy chocolates that melt in your mouth.
Rhymes of Today and Yesterday!
FC 11 G-17
60
June Brander Gilman
Letter from Santa
Ho! Ho! Ho! ....Hello, there!
Sundry Rhymes
FC 11 G-18
1
June Brander Gilman
An Oscar Performance
The tale of the whale is a whale of a tale, Acted out in the frozen North.
Sundry Rhymes
FC 11 G-18
2
June Brander Gilman
The Old "Rang-a-Tang" Cow
She's gone, she's gone, "Old Boss" is gone.
Bygone Days of the Old West
FC 11 L-01
380
Fred Lambert
My Old Horse and I
How I love to be in the mountains; When the summer day is almost done.
Bygone Days of the Old West
FC 11 L-01
382
Fred Lambert
Old Cayuse
Old cayuse of mine, we have traveled together.
Bygone Days of the Old West
FC 11 L-01
385
Fred Lambert
Driftin' Along with the Cattle
I'm driftin' along with the cattle; From the force of the wind and snow.
Bygone Days of the Old West
FC 11 L-01
388
Fred Lambert
The Land of the Navajo
"A Chieftain of the Navajos, Brave warrior, Eagle Claw.
Bygone Days of the Old West
FC 11 L-01
392
Fred Lambert
Pardner, I'm A-Leavin'
Can't you hear the call, Pard, Drown the city's roar; Don't you feel the lure Pard.
Bygone Days of the Old West
FC 11 L-01
399
Fred Lambert
The Passing of Faro Dan
"Cactus Nell" in a gaudy gown; Of a dance hall vamp in a border town.
Trail Dust and Saddle Leather
FC 11 M-14
Joseph Jacinto Mora
Novel about cowboys and the West
Bygone Days of the Old West
FC 11 L-01
406
Fred Lambert
Ridin' the Trail
Ridin' the trail in the driftin' sand from Yuma down to the Rio Grande.
Bygone Days of the Old West
FC 11 L-01
408
Fred Lambert
Driftin' Along the Wagon Trail
We were ridin' on the Black Mesa; South of the Cross-Bar Lazy-B.
an account of a trip in a wagon train
Bygone Days of the Old West
FC 11 L-01
410
Fred Lambert
The Old Stage Coach
Travelin' along the canyon rim; With all six horses on the run.
Bygone Days of the Old West
FC 11 L-01
413
Fred Lambert
Tumble Weeds
Tumbling tumbling- tumble weeds, Soon you'll go bouncing on your way.
Bygone Days of the Old West
FC 11 L-01
416
Fred Lambert
That Old Western Town
I've caught up my old pack hoss, I've got my bed-roll tied on tight.
Bygone Days of the Old West
FC 11 L-01
418
Fred Lambert
Golden Hours
Out where the open prairies; Roll on to the mountain crest.
Bygone Days of the Old West
FC 11 L-01
420
Fred Lambert
Round-Up Time
When the meadow-larks commence singin; And the prairie-dogs start to bark.
Bygone Days of the Old West
FC 11 L-01
423
Fred Lambert
Smoke Signals
Back in sixty-nine and a wagon train; Slowly driftin' across the Western plain.
Bygone Days of the Old West
FC 11 L-01
426
Fred Lambert
The New Foreman
There's a brand new foreman joined the outfit; Up and ridin' with the wind and sun.
Bygone Days of the Old West
FC 11 L-01
428
Fred Lambert
Yuccas
Foliage green, flowers cream and white; Beckon on and on, day and night.
Bygone Days of the Old West
FC 11 L-01
430
Fred Lambert
A Navajo Blanket
Weave, weave, weave, nimble fingers sending to and fro.
Bygone Days of the Old West
FC 11 L-01
433
Fred Lambert
They Have Fenced Me In
I may be a knocker, but here's what I think.