FOLK COLLECTION 11: The Skaggs Foundation Cowboy Poetry Collection
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In Camp And Trench: Songs of the Fighting Forces
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Berton Braley
The Christmas Sermon
We was sittin' tight in a dug-out An' playin' a game of rum,
In Camp And Trench: Songs of the Fighting Forces
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Berton Braley
The Search
He'd come to the city and bucked the big game And, playing the best he could, He won some small portion of money and fame;
In Camp And Trench: Songs of the Fighting Forces
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Berton Braley
Heroes
The heroes of the story books are ever in a pose, They always die with words of high and lofty verse or prose,
In Camp And Trench: Songs of the Fighting Forces
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Berton Braley
The Destroyer Men
There's a roll and pitch and a heave and hitch To the nautical gait they take,
In Camp And Trench: Songs of the Fighting Forces
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Berton Braley
Not in Uniform
They haven't no khaki nor battleship blue, They're kind of a nondescript sort of a crew,
In Camp And Trench: Songs of the Fighting Forces
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Berton Braley
The Mine Sweepers
Oh! These are doughty fishermen who tempt the roaring gale, But not for heaps of halibut or blubber of the whale;
In Camp And Trench: Songs of the Fighting Forces
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Berton Braley
Deserted Roads
Time was we sang of wanderers who trod the open trail And roved about the merry world by foot or train or sail,
Songs of the Workaday World
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Berton Braley
The Miracle Worker
The dreamers of empires travel in style on a glitterin' palace car, an 'they look
Songs of the Workaday World
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Berton Braley
The Steel Worker
Wherever new bridges are flinging their spider-web skein to the skies; where the steel ships are made for the business of trade; where the skyscrapers gauntly arise;
Songs of the Workaday World
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Berton Braley
The Jungle Job
I said to myself, "I am through pioneering, I'm sick of the wilderness, lonely and rough, I'm sick of the grader's camp built in a clearing.
Songs of the Workaday World
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Berton Braley
The Power Plant
Whirr! Whirr! Whirr! Whirr! The mighty dynamos hum and purr, and the blur flames crackle and glow and burn where the brushes touch and the magnets turn.
Songs of the Workaday World
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Berton Braley
The Wop
When the line is surveyed through the scenery, for tunnel and culvert and cut. When the contractor has his machinery the big job is ready all but. All but means the shovel and pick of it. The huskies who work till they drop. And so, in the dust and the thick of it, Look for the Wop!
Songs of the Workaday World
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Berton Braley
The Sand Hog
He's fifty inches round the chest, his leather lungs are sound, his heart must stand the air compressed in caissons underground; with pressure hammering his ears, his shovel in his hand, he works in several atmospheres and burrows in the sand.
Songs of the Workaday World
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Berton Braley
The Thinker
Back of the beating hammer by which the steel is wrought, back of the workshop's clamor the seeker may find the Thought, the thought that is ever master of iron and steam and steel, that rises above disaster and tramples it under heel!
Songs of the Workaday World
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Berton Braley
The Dead Reporter
His typewriter's covered and silent, his chair is empty, his desk is in trim; it never was so when he used to sit there and hammer out copy with vim
Songs of the Workaday World
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Berton Braley
The Worker
I have broken my hands on your granite, I have broken my strength on your steel, I have sweated through years for your pleasure, I have worked like a slave for your weal. And what is the wage you have paid me?
Songs of the Workaday World
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Berton Braley
Leather Leggins
When you want to build a railroad through the jungle or the veldt where there's niver anybody bin before, why you call on Leather Leggins, an' he hitches up his belt an' he takes it as his ordinary chore to go slashin' through the forests, where the monkeys chatter shrill,
Songs of the Workaday World
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Berton Braley
Gratitude
They sent me out in the wilderness to build 'em a power plant, where there wasn't a rail in thirty miles and the trails were rough and scant;
Songs of the Workaday World
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Berton Braley
The Forest Ranger
I am sitting here in a ranger's hut in the dusk of the glimmering gloam, and I'm trying to make myself think I think I'd rather be here than home: And I tell myself of my wild, free life and the spell of the forest wide, with plenty of piney air to breathe and a mighty good horse to ride.
Songs of the Workaday World
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Berton Braley
Ready!
here we are, gentlemen; here's the whole gang of us, pretty near through with the job we are on; size up our work--it will give you the hang of u s. South to Balboa and north to Colon.
Songs of the Workaday World
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Berton Braley
The Handy Man
Said Uncle Sam, "I've got a job for some good man to do," and so he hired an engineer who'd done a thing or two; he gave hi mmoney, tools and men and told him, "Go ahead!"
Songs of the Workaday World
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Berton Braley
The Reason
Whenever there's a chance to snatch a minute on the sly I loves to sprawl upon the hatch an' look up at the sky
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Berton Braley
Erie
She's shallow an' muddy an' mean, she's chuck full of sandbars an' such, she's pretty when ca'm an' serene, but she's never that way very much.
Songs of the Workaday World
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Berton Braley
The Skipper
You kin take it from yours truly that I haven't no amibition for to be the boss an' skipper of a craft, though I know there's lots of fellers that considers the position is a mighty easy sinecure, a graft.
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Berton Braley
The Magic Whistle
I heard a steamer whistle at its pier awhile ago, heard its giant voice a-quiver, hoarse and deep and very slow, through the window of my office came the rumble loud and clear, and it moved me as a song would, some old song I used to hear.