FOLK COLLECTION 11: The Skaggs Foundation Cowboy Poetry Collection

Bygone Days of the Old West

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Fred Lambert

Waterbound

It was rainin' slow and gentle; At the Cross-Bar-Lazy-B.

Apache, Rain

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Fred Lambert

Texas Lou -- The Law Wants You

I stood on a rim-rock at twilight; After glow of the western sun.

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The Cross Bar Lazy B

The lamps of the old Rancho are burning; Soon the canyon with darkness will fill.

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Fred Lambert

Vacation Days

Come on Pard to the deep pine wood; Softly the robin singing.

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Fred Lambert

In the Land of Manana

A letter came in the Springer coach mail; To Paradise Station, commanding in tone.

New Mexico mounted police

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Fred Lambert

The Trail

Through the dreary sage and cactus that was lonelier than hell.

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Fred Lambert

Gallo Day

A rooster, some broncs, and a straightaway, Some Mexicans to play it.

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Ruminations of a "Buster"

"I ambles into Pecos, Where I hears they had a quid.

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The Old Camp Cook

When water and wood is sighted; And th' sun sinkin' in the west.

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The Land of the Setting Sun

Oh land of the west, the golden west; Thy triumphs have just begun.

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The Long Long Trail

There's a trail a leadin' somewhere; And I'm ridin' it today.

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Fred Lambert

When Billy the Kid Went Out

It wasn't spectacular as you'd suppose-/ Though many have twisted the story

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Uncle Tom Curtis on the Calico Trail

"Calico" said Uncle Tom,/ Wall, here's the pint with me--

Women are trouble

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Fred Lambert

Little Papoose

Of what are you thinking, grave little papoose/ Tied fast in your buckskins like mummies of yore?

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Desert Ships

Ho, for the West and promised lands-/ Desert ships through desert sands

pioneers, wagon trail, hardships

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Fred Lambert

Old Fort Union

Out in the sage-brush on western prairies/ In the sunshine state New Mexico,/Stand the ruins of Old Fort Union

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Fred Lambert

The Pack Train

The first faint streaks of the coming dawn/ Lighten the eastern sky

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Fred Lambert

A Bunk-House Tail

"Sometimes I get to thinkin'/ And I wonder now and then,/ If there's any fools are loco

women making men loco

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Fred Lambert

The Lure

Where is the man who will ride with me; For the good that a man may do.

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Fred Lambert

Swan Song of the West

Empire supreme in a world full of vastness; Romance and tragedy, legend and lore.

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Fred Lambert

Old Pal of Mine

You're just a poor old lonesome wreck, As far as I can see.

Dog, puncher, mans best friend

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Fred Lambert

In Sante Fe

There wasn't a man in Santa Fe; Who'd go to the mat with Shag Bronte.

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Fred Lambert

Indian Love Song

When Running Bear, a Kickapoo/ And temperamental soul

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Fred Lambert

Range Revolutions

I SIMPLY pass the story; Told to me by "Cactus Bill."

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Fred Lambert

Cyclones and Dogies

Ever seen a cyclone pardner? Well, there's nicer things I know.