FOLK COLLECTION 11: The Skaggs Foundation Cowboy Poetry Collection
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Songs of the Workaday World
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Berton Braley
The Packet Boat
Never no rest, never no sleep, say, it would make any Chinaman weep, pull outa dock lie down an' snooze -- land in another, an' "No time to lose!"
Songs of the Workaday World
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Berton Braley
The Six-Hour Shift (Coal Passer)
I started in at midnight, I been workin' twenty years, an' yet the time is only halfpast three; above the roarin' boilers the steam gauge sorto sneers, as if it was a handin' things to me;
Songs of the Workaday World
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Berton Braley
The Dock Walloper
Buffalo town -- an' cargo to load, boxes an' bales an' such truck to be stowed, piled in the warehouses, heaped on the pier, looks like a job that would take 'em a year.
Songs of the Workaday World
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Berton Braley
Su'ge
(Su'ge is a sort of soft soap -- very strong -- used in cleaning deck) If you ever got busy with su'ge, you know what I'm talkin' about, fer I'm worn to a wreck with my scrubbin' the deck an' I gotta keep at it no doubt;
Songs of the Workaday World
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Berton Braley
Christmas on the Great Lakes
Deck is just a slab of ice, gunnels plastered white, every stay is convered thick with a winter coat; Christmas! But the whistlin' wind's bitter cold tonight, glad I'm not the guy up there pilotin' the boat.
Songs of the Workaday World
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Berton Braley
L'Envoi
When I've finished my final voyage an' taken my last breath, an' gone to the strange new harbor ye're landed in after death, I want a shore leave fer a while er so in the city off the blest. (Providin' that is the port I hit, an' I'm hopin' fer the best.)
Songs of the Workaday World
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Berton Braley
The Impulse
Yer crew may come from the dregs of town, kicked an' beaten an' hammered down, but show 'em how an' drive 'em hard, an' they'll carry you through to harbor, pard;
Songs of the Workaday World
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Berton Braley
The Windjammer
"The sailin' ship's full of the greatest romance" -- you'll read that somewhere in a book. Romantic? Why, say, Jack, she hasn't a chance -- she looks like a frowsy old cook;
Songs of the Workaday World
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Berton Braley
The Stoker
Way down below the lower deck an' just above the keel our stoke-hole crew they tramps around on hard and smokin' steel
Songs of the Workaday World
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Berton Braley
The Peaceable Min
Fahey, Mulcahey, McCann, Dooley, Gilhooley an' Flynn, each wan a good Irish man, all of them peaceable min
Songs of the Workaday World
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Berton Braley
Fog
When the fog-horn blows with its "Hoo-oo! Hoo-oo! Hoo--oo!" Then the old tub's nose just goes pokin' through, where the fog hangs thick an' the water's gray an' it's no cinch trick ferr to find yer way
Songs of the Workaday World
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Berton Braley
Repartee
Says the Captain off the tugboat to the skipper of the barge, "I hain't anything against you, but, to take you by an' large, ye're a fuzzy-nosed gorilla that is always crazy drunk.
Songs of the Workaday World
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Berton Braley
The Hills
Partner, remember the hills? The gray, barren, bleak old hills, We knew so well -- not these gentle, placid slopes the swell in lazy undulations, lush and green.
Songs of the Workaday World
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Berton Braley
Nostalgia
I'm goin' home where the mountains are, where a man's own eyes kin see as far and farther too -- in that atmosphere -- than a man with a telescope kin here.
Songs of the Workaday World
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Berton Braley
The Exile
I want to go, want to go, want to go west again, back where the men are the biggest and best again, back where my life will have savor and zest again, gee, but I'm sick for it, sick for it all
Songs of the Workaday World
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Berton Braley
The Fancy Shots
(Incident taken in part from a story by Emerson Hough) They come in town a-whoopin' an' they raised
Songs of the Workaday World
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Berton Braley
And Hallowell Chawed
Says Bill the Bad'un, as he blows in: "You've heard 'em tell of Original Sin? Well, I'm that party -- the toughest yet; The sort of person who'd just as soon shoot up the gang in a bum saloon as scratch a match fer a cigarette."
Songs of the Workaday World
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Berton Braley
The Prospector
My pick is stuck in my belt look, my pipe is stuck in my face, I'm off to the snowy mountains, I'm moving from place to place, with the clear, cool air about me and the chance for a "strike" ahead and all of my cares and troubles back in the town I've fled.
Songs of the Workaday World
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Berton Braley
Pardners (The Cowpuncher to His Pony)
You bad-eyed, tough-mouthed son-of-a-gun, Ye're a hard little beast to break,
Songs of the Workaday World
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Berton Braley
The Thrall of the Golden Gate
It's mighty far to Frisco town, Where streets run steeply up and down,
Songs of the Workaday World
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Berton Braley
The Coward
Says Alkali Ike, "Though it may be true That bad men's eyes is a quiet blue,
Songs of the Workaday World
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Berton Braley
Playing the Game
Yes, he went an' stole our steers, So, of course, he had to die;
Songs of the Workaday World
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Berton Braley
The Sunset Trail
Out along the sunset trail Life was never dull or stale;
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Berton Braley
The Miner
The Miner
The old prospector he finds the claim, The young surveryor he marks the same,
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Berton Braley
The Teamster
With a five-ton copper load an' a rocky, rutty road, An' a evil-minded bunched of mules to go it;