FOLK COLLECTION 11: The Skaggs Foundation Cowboy Poetry Collection
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Bygone Days of the Old West
FC 11 L-01
436
Fred Lambert
The Trail Herd
Stories of cattle drivers often told; That followed the trails in days of old.
Bygone Days of the Old West
FC 11 L-01
439
Fred Lambert
The Foreman's Daughter
The new range boss has a daughter; Just as purty as she can be.
Bygone Days of the Old West
FC 11 L-01
442
Fred Lambert
Memories of Mother
There's something keeps calling, calling to me -- Like a silver bell in its melody.
Bygone Days of the Old West
FC 11 L-01
444
Fred Lambert
Adios to You Old Longhorns
Go to sleep you old longhorns; It's the last night out on the trail.
Bygone Days of the Old West
FC 11 L-01
446
Fred Lambert
Wild Hoss Charlie
Wild Hoss Charlie's my name, a vaquero I am.
Bygone Days of the Old West
FC 11 L-01
449
Fred Lambert
Just Waitin'
Lazy days along the old Cimarron; All my time is my very own.
Bygone Days of the Old West
FC 11 L-01
452
Fred Lambert
Christmas Night
It is twilight on the prairie, Silently I ride the Yucca trail.
Bygone Days of the Old West
FC 11 L-01
454
Fred Lambert
The Cloud Burst
Dark clouds gather with marvelous rapidity; As darkness flashes across the blue sky.
Bygone Days of the Old West
FC 11 L-01
456
Fred Lambert
End of the Trail
I'm crossing the Big Divide, Slowly ridin' the Milky Way.
Bygone Days of the Old West
FC 11 L-01
458
Fred Lambert
A Prisoner for Life
Adios to the old adobe cantina; Where at Monte I lost all my dough.
Bygone Days of the Old West
FC 11 L-01
461
Fred Lambert
New Mexico Rattle Box
What if I do crawl under a yucca or cactus, Lay around basking in the morning sun.
Bygone Days of the Old West
FC 11 L-01
464
Fred Lambert
All You Old Waddies
Come on-all you old Waddies; Out of your bed-rolls, up with the sun.
Bygone Days of the Old West
FC 11 L-01
466
Fred Lambert
Tale of the Gold Trail
Nigh on to forty years of prospectin'; From the Ute Creek on up the Rio Grande.
Bygone Days of the Old West
FC 11 L-01
468
Fred Lambert
Adios
Old West -- good-bye; The night is falling.
Laugh Kills Lonesome
FC 11 L-25
13
Mike Logan
Laugh Kills Lonesome
He called it LAUGH KILLS LONESOME.
Laugh Kills Lonesome
FC 11 L-25
14
Mike Logan
Romantic
"Now, ranch life's plumb romantic"; I heard this jaybird say.
Sundry Rhymes
FC 11 G-18
3
June Brander Gilman
Murphey's Law
St Patrick's Day for the Irish; Was a time to celebrate.
Sundry Rhymes
FC 11 G-18
4
June Brander Gilman
The European Tour Group at the Drummond Rodeo
In glowing terms a traveler's brochure; Described an adventure of special allure.
Sundry Rhymes
FC 11 G-18
5
June Brander Gilman
Truth
Truth being recklessly handled.
Sundry Rhymes
FC 11 G-18
6
June Brander Gilman
Un-Nerved
The scent of spring was in the air, The bull was full of fire.
Sundry Rhymes
FC 11 G-18
7
June Brander Gilman
An Ode to Water After a Winter Without
O, Water, precious Water, why did you leave.
Sundry Rhymes
FC 11 G-18
8
June Brander Gilman
The Santa Ana Wind
The Santa Ana wind, writhing and strong.
Sundry Rhymes
FC 11 G-18
9
June Brander Gilman
Greany's Barbeque
August 6th was a day of festivities.
Sundry Rhymes
FC 11 G-18
10
June Brander Gilman
Never Too Old to Learn
After 50 years in the work force.
Sundry Rhymes
FC 11 G-18
11
June Brander Gilman
My Three Cats
Mister "A" Fuzz bug, and Little "C"; Go scurrying quickly up a tree.