FOLK COLLECTION 11: The Skaggs Foundation Cowboy Poetry Collection
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Songs of the Workaday World
FC 11 B-54
117
Berton Braley
Driftwood
Call me a miner er call me a tramp, I've been a little of each,
Songs of the Workaday World
FC 11 B-54
119
Berton Braley
The Hard Rock Man
"Well," I says, "I'm done with minin' An' I'll git a job on top, Where the sun is always shinin',
Songs of the Workaday World
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121
Berton Braley
The Pumpman (As the Miner Sees Him)
Nothin' to do but to set around, Loafin' a shift away,
Songs of the Workaday World
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125
Berton Braley
The Proper Setting
We sat one night in a dingy bar, that was close to the harbor side
Songs of the Workaday World
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128
Berton Braley
The Song of the Rail
Life here in town is too bloomin' monotonous, Stickin' around at a regular job
Songs of the Workaday World
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129
Berton Braley
The Wander Trail
Up across the mountains, downward through the vale, Out upon the foaming seas runs the wander trail;
Songs of the Workaday World
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Berton Braley
Chant Royal of the Tramp Royal
Stranger, I thank you, now I've cleaned my plate, It's fine of you to feed a wanderin' guy That happens to be knockin' at yer gate
Songs of the Workaday World
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133
Berton Braley
The Pioneers
They're the "utterly foolish dreamers," Who dream of a better day;
Songs of the Workaday World
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134
Berton Braley
Autumn Magic
Frost on the trees--on the grass, A lilt to the steps that pass;
Songs of the Workaday World
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Berton Braley
Our Lady of Change
Sometimes she's a merry young hoyden, A madcap--fair brimming with fun--Till sudden she shifts in her fancy and lifts The sober grey eyes of a Nun;
Songs of the Workaday World
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Berton Braley
Ulysses
Ulysses was a rover, a roamer and a rover Who sought for high adventure about the sounding sea,
Songs of the Workaday World
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Berton Braley
The Restless Legion
We're off to the end of world again, We're off on another trail,
Songs of the Workaday World
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140
Berton Braley
Women
Threre's pretty girls in every port That fronts upon the foam,
Songs of the Workaday World
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143
Berton Braley
Bohemia
I'm looking for Bohemia, Where hearts are ever kind,
Songs of the Workaday World
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Berton Braley
To a Photographer
I have known love and hate and work and fight; I have lived largely, I have dreamed and planned,
Songs of the Workaday World
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146
Berton Braley
The Reformer
Does it make you mad when you read about Some poor, starved devil who flickered out
Songs of the Workaday World
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Berton Braley
The Song of the Aeronaut
Up from the emerald turf I rise to the lure of the arching blue, With a song in my heart like the ancient song the great Olympians knew.
Songs of the Workaday World
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149
Berton Braley
The Deserter
You can put me into irons for my durn fool crime, You can make me scrub an' labor for a long, long time,
Songs of the Workaday World
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151
Berton Braley
The Mother
Sure, an' I'm waitin' to hear but the step av him, Him that's been gone from us year afther year,
Songs of the Workaday World
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Berton Braley
The Ghost of Pete McCluskey
The ghost of Pete McCluskey came aknockin' on the door.
Songs of the Workaday World
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Berton Braley
The Smoke-Eater
He stands in the middle of Hell an' grins, Where a salamander would choke,
Songs of the Workaday World
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154
Berton Braley
The Adventurer
City of power and city of might, Of plunder and passion and woe and delight,
Songs of the Workaday World
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155
Berton Braley
Spring in the City
Over the stones of the city street Comes a wind of promise, warm and sweet;
Songs of the Workaday World
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Berton Braley
The Telephone Directory
What is there seeming duller that this book, This stolid volume of prosaic print?
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Berton Braley
The Phonograph
I am the voice of sadness, I am the voice of mirth; I carry the magic message to the uttermost ends of earth;