FOLK COLLECTION 11: The Skaggs Foundation Cowboy Poetry Collection

Bygone Days of the Old West

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Fred Lambert

Lariat Joe

Lariat Joe riding fence for McCarty.

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Fred Lambert

Fool Around and Fish

Oh, the days are getting balmy; And the grass is showing green.

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Fred Lambert

Buffalo Hunt

Oh, come with me to long years ago: The west was wide and the buffalo.

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Fred Lambert

Thunder Bird

Beat the tribal drums in the vale of the Pueblos:

Pueblo Indians/ Thunder Bird beliefs

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The Legend as Told by the Taos Chief

Way up high in the mountain snow, Heap much higher than eagles go.

Manitou, Gods of the Taos

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Fred Lambert

Sand Dunes

The prairie wind whispers to the dune, As they shift the bright diamond sand.

Heat, Cactus, Rattlesnakes

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Fred Lambert

The Guard of El Diablo

Somewhere out in the broad expanse; Of hills and desolation.

Gran Quiviras, treasure, Canyon Diablo, death

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Fred Lambert

Old New Mexico

I'm driftin' back to Old New Mexico, Ridin' free in the spring-time air.

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Fred Lambert

The Maid from Durango

In the dreamy town of Sabina -- One night in the long years ago.

beautiful women, Maid, Moon, Bar

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Fred Lambert

The Penitentes

The worship of God as discerned by man, Has varied in ways since belief began.

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Fred Lambert

Lonesome Land

A-ridin' sown the cactus; Through the shiftin', driftin's and.

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Fred Lambert

I Love the Lure of the Open Way

Would I were a gypsy king; To wander the face of the earth and sing.

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Fred Lambert

Old Pal "Betsy"

"Old Pal Betsy, we've been pards/ For nigh on forty years,

guns

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Fred Lambert

Mother of Mine

Mother of mine; When the shadows were falling.

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Fred Lambert

Little Bally

Straddle my saddle, Little Bally; I'll take yu down to the home corral.

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Fred Lambert

The Mexican Sheep Herder

I like de mounts de caps with snow, I like da river where ever she go'.

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Fred Lambert

The Plow handle Ruminations of Hiram

These city fellers furnish me; With a lot of -- p'tu, by gee.

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Fred Lambert

The Mountains

There's somethin' sets me thinkin', Tho' I'm sorta half afraid.

mountains being made

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Fred Lambert

A Pioneer's Thanksgiving

There was snow in the clearing/ and frost in the air.

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Fred Lambert

The Tenderfoot Cowboys

By their brands ye shall know them; On any range they may feed or roam.

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Fred Lambert

A Ranchero of Mexico

Oh what if you were a mighty Ranchero -- With a million acres of land or so.

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Fred Lambert

Sculduggery

We were smoking after dinner; At the Cross Bar Lazy B.

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Fred Lambert

Broken Trail of Life

A driftin' cowboy was old "Bill Dupree", Roamin' far from his native home.

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Fred Lambert

Old Santa Fe

Winding street for trudging feet; Dog fight in the alley.

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Fred Lambert

Black Wolf

Now this is a tale of a varmint; And part of the race he run.