FOLK COLLECTION 11: The Skaggs Foundation Cowboy Poetry Collection
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Bunkhouse Tales of Wild Hoss Charley
FC 11 L-37
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Fred Lambert
That Dad-Burned Little Pea
The Chink was washing windows At the Cross-Bar Lazy B, When the foreman, Wild Hoss Charley, Pulled his queue and said to me:
Bunkhouse Tales of Wild Hoss Charley
FC 11 L-37
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Fred Lambert
Thunder Bird
Tom-tom-tom-tom-tom-tom-tom! Beat the tribal drums in the vale of the Pueblos; Wake the God of Thunder in the hills of the Pueblos.
Bunkhouse Tales of Wild Hoss Charley
FC 11 L-37
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Fred Lambert
Water Bound
It was raining slow and gentle At the Cross-Bar Lazy B, When the foreman, Wild Hoss Charley, Pointed out--and said to me:
Bunkhouse Tales of Wild Hoss Charley
FC 11 L-37
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Fred Lambert
The Buffalo Hunt
Oh, come with me to the years ago When the West was wide and the buffalo Roamed o'er the ranges, to and fro, With the will of their free endeavor.
Bunkhouse Tales of Wild Hoss Charley
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Fred Lambert
Jog On, Jehosophat!
Road gets roughter every mile; (Cluck) Jog on, Jehosophat, an' show some style. Mule gone lame an' hens won't lay; Corn's way down an' wheat don't pay.
Bunkhouse Tales of Wild Hoss Charley
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Fred Lambert
Ruminations of a "Buster"
The Chink was serving dinner At the Cross-Bar Lazy B, When the foreman, Wild Hoss Charley, Stirred his soup and said to me:
Bunkhouse Tales of Wild Hoss Charley
FC 11 L-37
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Fred Lambert
Calling
Can't you sense a spirit sort o' speakin' in the trees, Just a sound of sighin' in the whisper of the breeze, Smoky haze a lyin' down the valleys an' the leas, And the fragrant breath of new mown hay?
Bunkhouse Tales of Wild Hoss Charley
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Fred Lambert
Black Bart
He wasn't a grizzled bandit With hardy bandit's poise, But ayoungster kind-a driftin' From his home in Illinois.
Bunkhouse Tales of Wild Hoss Charley
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Fred Lambert
The Call
Dreamy days Springy air Seems to greet me everywhere; Sort of want to drag about; Kinder feelin' all played out.
Bunkhouse Tales of Wild Hoss Charley
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Fred Lambert
Sun of the West Good-Night
Sun of the West, good-night, good-night! Orb of a splendid day! Slowly you sink from my eager sight Into the far away.
Bunkhouse Tales of Wild Hoss Charley
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Fred Lambert
The Last Shall Be First
We were fishing down a canyon On the Cross-Bar Lazy B, When the foreman, Wild Hoss Charley, Cut a pole and said to me:
Bunkhouse Tales of Wild Hoss Charley
FC 11 L-37
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Fred Lambert
That Dog-Gasted Saxophone
We were playing penny ante At the Cross-Bar Lazy B, When the foreman, Wild Hoss Charley, Deat a par of kings to me:
Bunkhouse Tales of Wild Hoss Charley
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Fred Lambert
The Pack Rat
I sorter like a pack-rat-- Comic little cuss-- Gathers up the pinons Without a bit of fuss.
Bunkhouse Tales of Wild Hoss Charley
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Fred Lambert
Sculduggery
We were smoking after dinner At the Cross-Bar Lazy B, When the foreman, Wild Hoss Charley, Grinned a bit and said to me:
Bunkhouse Tales of Wild Hoss Charley
FC 11 L-37
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Fred Lambert
Adios (Good-By)
Old West--good-bye; The night is falling. Go to your own where sunsets lie; From butte and plain sound voices calling The last farewell-- Old West--good-bye!
Drift Wood
FC 11 B-59
1
Lucy S. Burnham
Drift Wood
Like bits of drift wood toosed by the sea; These long lost thoughts come back to me; I gathered them in with a willing hand, A mound of drift wood upon the sand.
Drift Wood
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Lucy S. Burnham
Life's Homey Things
I love life's little homey things, My garden and its setting. Your kindly face and tender smile Pray will there be forgetting
Drift Wood
FC 11 B-59
3
Lucy S. Burnham
My Patch-Work Quilt
If only you might speak, dear, lovely quilt, What thoughts you might reveal, or have to say.
Drift Wood
FC 11 B-59
4
Lucy S. Burnham
The Empty House
Did you ever live in an empty house With never one bit of noise? Did you ever live in teh selfsame house With a group of gay girls and boys?
Drift Wood
FC 11 B-59
5
Lucy S. Burnham
There Was This House
O, trouble may come with a heavy tread, To crush me with its power; Sorry may come with many a tear, But lo, I have had this hour.
Drift Wood
FC 11 B-59
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Lucy S. Burnham
The Score
There are glad days and sad days, So just remember, my dear, As calm comes after a storm cloud, Smiles will follow a tear.
Drift Wood
FC 11 B-59
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Lucy S. Burnham
Healing Grace
There are some wounds too deep for foolish tears, And pain that gnaws at vitals all the while. And so, I needs must calm my aching heart To teach my trembling lips again to smile
Drift Wood
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Lucy S. Burnham
In My Garden
Last night I walked alone with God, Within my garden small; I walked in peace for well I knew No harm could me befall.
Drift Wood
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Lucy S. Burnham
Homing
Just a glimpse of heavenly beauty, You may never have noticed at all, The glow of yellow lamp-light Upon my kitchen wall.
Drift Wood
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Lucy S. Burnham
Motherhood
She is sewing lace and tiny seams, In her brown eyes and gentle dreams Of a baby from the heavenly shore, To be her own forevermore.