FOLK COLLECTION 11: The Skaggs Foundation Cowboy Poetry Collection
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Melodious Poems From the Hills
FC 11 B-58
65
Sandia Bill
Forebearance
I do not scorn the humble tramp, For, like me, he is the son of God. I also know that lovely jewels Are often found in a humble clod.
Melodious Poems From the Hills
FC 11 B-58
67
Sandia Bill
Happy Girlie (Inspired by my Dearest Little Friend, Age 6.)
You're like the springtime, Happy Girlie, That melts the snow and ice away; You make a man feel sort o' jolly, Oh, yes, you do, dear little Gay.
Melodious Poems From the Hills
FC 11 B-58
68
Sandia Bill
A Letter To Buddy (From the Hills.)
Hello, lively Buddy, this message I send To you, lively boy, my best junior friend: Now the mountains look dreamy--it's raining today, Yet all of my neighbors are lively and gay.
Melodious Poems From the Hills
FC 11 B-58
69
Sandia Bill
No Little Blue-Eyed Mary
Not for a king's great kingdom would I try to live alone; I am very fond of children, the brightest jewels of a home.
Melodious Poems From the Hills
FC 11 B-58
70
Sandia Bill
They Are Happy, Too
I have seen a cow smile While licking her calf, And I have heard a hen sing, And I've heard a horse laugh.
Melodious Poems From the Hills
FC 11 B-58
70
Sandia Bill
Little Curly Head
Little Curly Head, you have muddy feet, You are dirty, kid, but oh, so sweet. My prety one, The summer sun.
Melodious Poems From the Hills
FC 11 B-58
71
Sandia Bill
Little Newsboys
I can't forget the little newsboys, Selling papers on the street; Some may seem very proud and happy Without wholesome food to eat.
Melodious Poems From the Hills
FC 11 B-58
72
Sandia Bill
To Cirah Alice
Lively Cirah Alice, With face and form so fair, I like to see moon beams Dancing gaily in your hair.
Melodious Poems From the Hills
FC 11 B-58
73
Sandia Bill
Gold In The Rocks
In the best things of life There are lots of alloy. But you can make life a Heaven, Oh, yes, you can, dear boy.
Melodious Poems From the Hills
FC 11 B-58
74
Sandia Bill
Alfonso And His Dog
Up among the swaying pines On a storm-swept mountain side, Alfonso struggled on and on, Till he finally fell and died.
Melodious Poems From the Hills
FC 11 B-58
75
Sandia Bill
A Letter To Baby Hazel
I miss you, baby Hazel, As I write these lines tonight, And I would you were here to bother me Till I could not even write.
Melodious Poems From the Hills
FC 11 B-58
76
Sandia Bill
To A Blue-Eyed Kid
Toodle-doodle-do, pretty little kid, I love you and always did. Once you said you loved me, too, But if you did, you've backslid.
Melodious Poems From the Hills
FC 11 B-58
76
Sandia Bill
God-Given May
Come on, lively Billy, Come on, pretty May, The flowers are now blooming, It is God-given May.
Melodious Poems From the Hills
FC 11 B-58
77
Sandia Bill
To Virginia
Little Virginia, my dear little girl friend, I just don't know what to do, 'Cause they say you're goin' away, And there's no one here like you.
Melodious Poems From the Hills
FC 11 B-58
78
Sandia Bill
To Wanda May
Dear girl friend, Wanda May, I am blue again today. Oh, it makes me feel so silly To see you flirt with Billy.
Melodious Poems From the Hills
FC 11 B-58
79
Sandia Bill
Over The Hill To A Henhouse
I had a pretty pussy polecat, And she almost made me cry-- Over the hill to a henhouse, She wandered alone to die.
Melodious Poems From the Hills
FC 11 B-58
79
Sandia Bill
Pretty Marie
My pretty Marie, you were born for me, You were born for me alone. If you will marry me, how glad I'll be-- No more will I want to roam.
Melodious Poems From the Hills
FC 11 B-58
81
Sandia Bill
This Ole Dark Jail At Santa Fe
I one time loved a black-eyed maiden, And she had said she'd marry me. But she turned traitor; now I suffer In this ole dark jail at Santa Fe.
Melodious Poems From the Hills
FC 11 B-58
82
Sandia Bill
I Don't Want A Sweetheart
I don't care for the wimin; I don't want a sweetheart. I have already been captured; I've been wedded to art.
Melodious Poems From the Hills
FC 11 B-58
83
Sandia Bill
Curly, My Buddy
Onct we had a horse race At old Santa Fe, And Curly, my buddy, Was on a big spree.
Melodious Poems From the Hills
FC 11 B-58
84
Sandia Bill
When Mamma Spanks The Baby
When our mamma calls me bad names, I don't care a thing for that. But when mamma spanks the baby We shore have a big combat.
Melodious Poems From the Hills
FC 11 B-58
85
Sandia Bill
On The Pecos River's Shore
Little cowgirl in the valley, I wish this hateful war was o'er That I might rest by your fireside On the Pecos River's shore.
Melodious Poems From the Hills
FC 11 B-58
86
Sandia Bill
When It's Summer In The Rockies
When it's summer in the Rockies And wild flowers are in bloom, I'm goin' hoem to my rancho To see my dear black-eyed June.
Melodious Poems From the Hills
FC 11 B-58
87
Sandia Bill
Back In My Country Once More
I'm back in my country once more, For two years I've been away-- I've been fightin' for my ole home In the grand ol' U.S.A.
Melodious Poems From the Hills
FC 11 B-58
88
Sandia Bill
The Nieghbors Call Her "Mother" (For She Really Is a Mother to Them)
There's a store by the road in the country 'Mong the hills where the evergreens grow; In that store by that road there's a woman Who is different from others I know.