FOLK COLLECTION 11: The Skaggs Foundation Cowboy Poetry Collection
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Galloping Shoes
FC 11 O-7
17-18
Will H. Ogilvie
The Moon-Raker
Not the lord of corpse or covert Lying lazy in the sun but the late returningn lover is the fox we fain would run
Galloping Shoes
FC 11 O-7
19-21
Will H. Ogilvie
Hounds in London
What are you doing here, you cluster of mottled beauty far from the fields you love and the copses scented sweet
Galloping Shoes
FC 11 O-7
22-23
Will H. Ogilvie
The Thaw
Hark to the avalanche snow from the roofs O'er eaves where the icicles melt in the sun!
Galloping Shoes
FC 11 O-7
24-25
Will H. Ogilvie
The Raiders
Where the gorse standeth deep on the slopes of thehill where the westerlies sweep
Galloping Shoes
FC 11 O-7
26-27
Will H. Ogilvie
Young England
Foam upon their snaffle-bars, forelocks flying free Busy little Shetlands battle up the ride Cream below the crupper-straps, mud above the knee
Galloping Shoes
FC 11 O-7
28-29
Will H. Ogilvie
The Hill Men
Mark you that group as it stands by the stell!
Galloping Shoes
FC 11 O-7
31-33
Will H. Ogilvie
Mother Hubbard
The south wind was whispering low in the firs a pale sun was gilding the curve of the hill
Galloping Shoes
FC 11 O-7
34
Will H. Ogilvie
Hacking Home
When your homing carloads swing Past us down the crisping lanes And your dazzling headlights fling
Galloping Shoes
FC 11 O-7
35
Will H. Ogilvie
A Single Hound
When the opal lights in the West had died And night was wrapping the red ferns around A I came home by the woodland side I heard the cry of a single hound.
Galloping Shoes
FC 11 O-7
39-40
Will H. Ogilvie
Top-O'-The-Morning
Top o' the morning's shoes are off; He runs in the orchard, rough all day
Galloping Shoes
FC 11 O-7
41-43
Will H. Ogilvie
The First Whip
As I wandered home By Hedworth Combe
Galloping Shoes
FC 11 O-7
44-45
Will H. Ogilvie
The Grey Company
Their white and their scarlet are folded away, The hoofs of their horses are dumb on the hill
Galloping Shoes
FC 11 O-7
46
Will H. Ogilvie
The Crutch
Crippled, he stands beside the gate In the long moorland wall Kept out of all the fun by fate Yet loving it withal
Galloping Shoes
FC 11 O-7
47-48
Will H. Ogilvie
To One Of Our Wounded
Old man, by your broad contented grin And the gleam in your quiet eyes You are back with Jorrocks and Binjimin
Galloping Shoes
FC 11 O-7
49-50
Will H. Ogilvie
The Waler
There goes a bucker, wherever they bred him By the lift of his loin and the white in his eye
Galloping Shoes
FC 11 O-7
51-52
Will H. Ogilvie
The Remount Train
Every head across the bar Every blaze and snip and star Every nervous twitching ear Every soft eye filled with fear
Galloping Shoes
FC 11 O-7
53-55
Will H. Ogilvie
The Offside Leader
I want no praise, nor ribbons to wear; I've done my bit and I've had my share
Galloping Shoes
FC 11 O-7
56-57
Will H. Ogilvie
The Timber Team
No medal and no cross they wear No ribbon gleaming on the breast The burden that they bravely bear Only their daily tasks attest.
Galloping Shoes
FC 11 O-7
58
Will H. Ogilvie
A Comrade
You only know him groomed and combed And bridled on parade; I know the paddocks where he roamed I saw him roped and made.
Galloping Shoes
FC 11 O-7
61-62
Will H. Ogilvie
The Horseman
My song is of the Horseman who woke the world's unrest
Galloping Shoes
FC 11 O-7
63-64
Will H. Ogilvie
Gipsies' Horses
Many times I've wondered where the gipsies' horses go When the caravans have faded from the lanes When all the world of Romany lies buried in the snow And not a rose of any fire remains
Galloping Shoes
FC 11 O-7
65-66
Will H. Ogilvie
An Old Contemptible
Along the road the ceaseless motors thrust Shrieking discordant warning and harsh blame
Galloping Shoes
FC 11 O-7
67
Will H. Ogilvie
Adam Lindsay Gordon
'Two things stand like stone,' he said 'Courage and Kindness.' Gallant Dead!
Galloping Shoes
FC 11 O-7
68-69
Will H. Ogilvie
Whyte-Melville
With lightest of hands on the bridle, with lightest of hearts in the dance To the gods of Adventure and Laughter he quaffed the red wine of Romance
Galloping Shoes
FC 11 O-7
70-71
Will H. Ogilvie
Banshee
He stood there chained to wall and rack with trebled steel. 'For God's own sake' the scared groom croaked to me, 'Stand back! You never know the chains might break!"