FOLK COLLECTION 11: The Skaggs Foundation Cowboy Poetry Collection
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Cowboy Lore
FC 11 A-01
89
Jules Verne Allen
The Horse Wrangler or The Tenderfoot
I went out west to have some fun, to see how punchin' cows was done.
son-of-agun, gunny sack, rambled
Cowboy Lore
FC 11 A-01
91
Jules Verne Allen
The Cowboy's Dream
Last night as I lay on the prairie and looked at the stars in the sky.
roll on, doggies, Riders of Judgment, "rusties"
Cowboy Lore
FC 11 A-01
94
Jules Verne Allen
Git Along Little Dogies
As I was a-walkin' one morning for pleasure I seen a young cowboy come ridin' along.
Whoo-pee ti yi-yo, Texas, beef steers
Cowboy Lore
FC 11 A-01
96
Jules Verne Allen
Utah Carroll
And now my friend you ask me what makes me sad and still.
cactus, Varo, young life had ebbed away
Cowboy Lore
FC 11 A-01
99
Jules Verne Allen
Punchin' the Dough
Come all you young maddies I'll sing you a song.
stomach, cigarette, biscuits
Cowboy Lore
FC 11 A-01
101
Jules Verne Allen
The Cowboy Love Song
From this valley they say you are going.
Red River Valley, cowboy who loves you so true
Cowboy Lore
FC 11 A-01
103
Jules Verne Allen
The Little Old Sod Shanty
I am looking rather seedy now while holding down my claim.
eastern home, kind-hearted girl, bachelor
Cowboy Lore
FC 11 A-01
107
Jules Verne Allen
Home on the Range
Oh give me a home where the buffalo roam.
discouraging, zephyrs, Red River
Cowboy Lore
FC 11 A-01
109
Jules Verne Allen
Buffalo Skinners or Range of the Buffalo
Twas in the town of Jacksboro in eighteen eighty-three when a man by the name of Crego came stepping up to me.
Crego, Indians, Pease River
Cowboy Lore
FC 11 A-01
112
Jules Verne Allen
Sam Bass
Sam Bass was born in Indiana, it was his native home.
Texas, Black Hills, Texas Rangers
Cowboy Lore
FC 11 A-01
115
Jules Verne Allen
The Dying Cowboy
Oh bury me not on the lone prairie.
mournfully, pallid lips, wolves
Cowboy Lore
FC 11 A-01
118
Jules Verne Allen
The Cowboy's Lament
As I walked in the streets of Laredo, walked out in Laredo one day.
green valley, Dead march, muffle your drums
Cowboy Lore
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121
Jules Verne Allen
Good-Bye Old Paint
My feet are in the stirrups my bridle's in my hand.
Cheyenne, young lady, foot in the stirrup
Cowboy Lore
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124
Jules Verne Allen
Great Grandad and Grandma
Great Grandad when the West was young barred his door with a wagon tongue.
twenty-one boys, hickory gad, slept on the floor
Cowboy Lore
FC 11 A-01
126
Jules Verne Allen
Great Grandma
Great Grandma, when the West was new.
Indians, gosh, beans, hair turned grey
Cowboy Lore
FC 11 A-01
129
Jules Verne Allen
The Old Chisholm Trail
Come gather 'round me boys and I'll tell you a tale all about my troubles on the old Chisholm trail.
Coma ti yi youpy, youpy ya, Old Ben Bolt, Texas
Cowboy Lore
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132
Jules Verne Allen
The Cowman's Prayer
O, Lord, please lend me not Thine ear.
round-ups, thunder rolls, water drop, gold
Cowboy Lore
FC 11 A-01
134
Jules Verne Allen
My Gal on the Rio Grand
There's a little gal a livin' in a shanty on a claim.
hump along yo' dogies, Old Man, Rio Grande
Cowboy Lore
FC 11 A-01
137
Jules Verne Allen
Along Side the Old Sante Fe Trail
Say pard have you sited a schooner long side of the Sante Fe Trail?
pinto, Santa Fe, sunflowers
Cowboy Lore
FC 11 A-01
140
Jules Verne Allen
Windy Bill
Old windy Bill was a Texas guy, and he could rope you bet.
chaparrals, old maguey, Old Blackie
Cowboy Lore
FC 11 A-01
143
Jules Verne Allen
Make Me a Cowboy Again for a Day
Backward turn backward oh time with your wheel.
sombrero, bronco, Texas
Cowboy Lore
FC 11 A-01
145
Jules Verne Allen
The Cowboy's Meditation
At midnite when the cattle are sleeping on my saddle I pillow my head.
Comanche's, diamond, prattle
Cowboy Lore
FC 11 A-01
148
Jules Verne Allen
The Last Great Round-Up
When I think of the last great round-up on the eve of eternity's dawn.
sands of the evergreen shore, big-hearted fellows, Jesus
Cowboy Lore
FC 11 A-01
151
Jules Verne Allen
The Days of Forty-Nine
You are gazing now on old Tom Moore, a relic of by-gone days.
"Aunt Jess," Ragshag Jim, gold
Cowboy Lore
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154
Jules Verne Allen
When the Work's All Done This Fall
A bunch of jolly cowboys were discussing plans at ease.
Dixie, boy won't see his mother