FOLK COLLECTION 11: The Skaggs Foundation Cowboy Poetry Collection

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Buddy Ballads: Songs of the A.E.F. (1919)
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Berton Braley
Speculation
When the was is over an' we can sail with our lights a-shinin' free, an' we needn't watch fer a U-boat's trail slinkin' under the sea
Buddy Ballads: Songs of the A.E.F. (1919)
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115
Berton Braley
Pride
The nearest I got to the front in France was bakin' the army bread at Tours, with a baker's apron ove my pants, say, I was a hero soldier, sure.
Buddy Ballads: Songs of the A.E.F. (1919)
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Berton Braley
The Return
When we come rolling home again across the ocean foam again away from meddy trenches and the noise and smell of war
Rhymes From a Round-Up Camp
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Wallace David Coburn
Wild West
Wild West! Sweet ruler of the past;
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Wallace David Coburn
The Cowboy
Over the prairie the cowboy rides,
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Wallace David Coburn
Ode to the Old-Timers
Slowly, yet steadily, one by one,
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Wallace David Coburn
The Stampede
Did you ever hear the story of how one stormy night
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Wallace David Coburn
Spring-Time
I long to greet the spring-time
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Wallace David Coburn
Cowboy Fun
Yes, stranger, them was red-hot times,
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Wallace David Coburn
To an Indian Skull
O ghastly relic of departed life
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Wallace David Coburn
Grub Pile
From out the mess-tent's grimy door
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Wallace David Coburn
Bill and Parson Slim
Bill Riley was a cowboy
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Wallace David Coburn
At the Animal Convention
In sweet repose beneath the rose, Where gentle breezes sigh,
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Wallace David Coburn
The Old Cowboy's Tale
"Right you are, son; in them days A whizzer would n't go;
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Wallace David Coburn
A Father's Advice to His Son
Don't marry a girl with dark blue eyes, Whose love, the bards say never dies;
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Wallace David Coburn
The Wolf Hunt
Over the hills on a winter's morn, In the rosy glow of a day just born,
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Wallace David Coburn
Human Discontent
'Twas stifling hot, in the month of May, And all the people had much to say
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Wallace David Coburn
Hidden Treasure Mine
Oh! Them good old lucky days, Them days of golden time,
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Wallace David Coburn
Sunrise in the Bad Lands
The dawn is breaking in the east, Above the Bad Land hills;
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Wallace David Coburn
The Cowboy's Fate
One night on the fall beef round-up, In October of ninety-three,
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Wallace David Coburn
Jack and Bill
Hemmed in by the fierce Nez Perce, On a wild and barren hill,
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Wallace David Coburn
The Obsequies of Jack
Poor old Jack! We chose his bed-ground Where the lone pine throws its shade;
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Wallace David Coburn
The Cowboy's Grave
The cow-herd grazes calmly Among the grassy hills,
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Wallace David Coburn
A Tale of Love
Venus, one mid summer day In all her wealth of power,
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Wallace David Coburn
Brookside Ranch
Nestled in a fertile valley, Where Dry Beaver finds its source,
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