FOLK COLLECTION 11: The Skaggs Foundation Cowboy Poetry Collection
29769 results found for "No Search Criteria Set"Book Title
Composer
Call #
Pages
Author
Poem Title
First Lines
Keywords
From a Cowboy's Point of View
FC 11 H-52
108
Dick Hays
The Lookout Man
There's a feller on the loookout In the Santa Rita mine, Who jabbers on the telephone And blows a whistle all the time.
From a Cowboy's Point of View
FC 11 H-52
109
Dick Hays
The End of a Shovel Foreman
A shovel foreman died From a badly battered head. His soul, it had departed And left hiim very dead. We picked him up so gently
From a Cowboy's Point of View
FC 11 H-52
110
Dick Hays
The Vinegaroon and the Centipede
'Twas up at the crossover switch Last night or the night before, I sat on my powder box A-gazin at the floor. I heard a kind of racket,
From a Cowboy's Point of View
FC 11 H-52
112
Dick Hays
The Sandhouse Committee
Got to tell this little story, Seems I can't be still About how things get started Up on gossip hill. Says Mrs. What's her-name
From a Cowboy's Point of View
FC 11 H-52
113
Dick Hays
The Wreck of the Twenty-Three
All of you boys that's here in the mine Recall that night in thirty-nine. You can remember the night if you will. And the get together on the crusher hill
From a Cowboy's Point of View
FC 11 H-52
117
Dick Hays
Enlisting
I saw a picture poster in a large department store Of a Seabee with a Tommy-gun on a South Pacific shore. He was ridin' on a dozer, knockin' down th' island palms
From a Cowboy's Point of View
FC 11 H-52
118
Dick Hays
Th' Boot Camp Barber Shop
Th' boot camp barber shop Is one I won't forget, Th' falling curls, th' delight of th' girls, Why, I can see them yet. Th' butcher stood behind his chair,
From a Cowboy's Point of View
FC 11 H-52
119
Dick Hays
Th' Boot Sentry
Walkin' up an' down this post Beneath a blazin' sun, A cartridge belt around my waist, On my shoulder rides a gun.
From a Cowboy's Point of View
FC 11 H-52
120
Dick Hays
Walkin'
Now God gave me a pair of legs To fit a pony's side, An' everywhere I had to go, You can bet your life I'd ride. I didn't think that walkin' Would ever be for me,
From a Cowboy's Point of View
FC 11 H-52
121
Dick Hays
Chow Line
From th' barracks to th' chow hall We march three times a day, To th' poorly counted cadence Of a self-apointed, green M.A.
From a Cowboy's Point of View
FC 11 H-52
122
Dick Hays
The Recruiting Officer
There's lots of talk around the bunk When our day is done, As to what the boys are going to hunt When the war is won. Some talk of deer and elk and moose,
From a Cowboy's Point of View
FC 11 H-52
123
Dick Hays
Th' G.I. Issue
Box up those precious civies an' send them home to Ma, You're goint through th' issue room, your clothing now to draw.
From a Cowboy's Point of View
FC 11 H-52
124
Dick Hays
Pots an' Pans
I've wrangled cows in Texas, Arizona, an' New Mexico, Through th' sultry summer, An' th' drivin' winter snow
From a Cowboy's Point of View
FC 11 H-52
125
Dick Hays
Hitler and the Devil
Beside a blazing fire In the deepest holes of hell, Hitler and the Devil Sat down to chat a spell.
From a Cowboy's Point of View
FC 11 H-52
126
Dick Hays
A Cowboy Goes to Sea
I've rode th' humps of Brahmer bulls With just one hand to pull, Spur rowels both a-rollin' free An' a bitin' at th' bull. I've been a-top th' bareback bronc
From a Cowboy's Point of View
FC 11 H-52
129
Dick Hays
Th' Wild Goat Hunt
Th' wild goats roam th' Oahu peaks An' have done so for years, Just eat an' sleep an' reproduce In th' rocks an' prickly pears. They range high on th' moutain tops
From a Cowboy's Point of View
FC 11 H-52
131
Dick Hays
Th' Liberty Hound
A seabee sat on th' edge of his bed, His shaking hands held his aching head. His blood shot eyes gazed off in space, An' there was pain an' misery all over his face.
From a Cowboy's Point of View
FC 11 H-52
135
Dick Hays
The Windmill
Granddad had a windmill And it went 'round and 'round, A-squekin' and a-squawkin' And pullin' water from the ground. Grandma raised a garden,
From a Cowboy's Point of View
FC 11 H-52
136
Dick Hays
Th' Professional Windmiller
Th' telephone rang in th' middle of th' night Nearly jumpin' off th' wall. Th' windmiller's wife rose from her bed An' sleepily answered th' call. Th' rancher's voice came loud an' clear.
From a Cowboy's Point of View
FC 11 H-52
137
Dick Hays
Making Water out of Wind
Th' wild wind speaks among th' peaks An' sweeps across th' desert floor, Th' tumble weeds fly up in th' sky
From a Cowboy's Point of View
FC 11 H-52
138
Dick Hays
How to Buy a Windmill
A windmill is just a windmill, any size will do, An' any dude that has th' price can buy one anywhere. Just go to town an' pick it up an haulit right on back,
The Poetry of 'Breaker' Morant
FC 11 M-58
14
Harry 'Breaker' Harbord Morant
While Yet We May
Ancient, wrinkled dames and jealous-- They whom joyless Age downcasts-- And the sere, gray-bearded fellows Who would fain re-live their pasts
Poems by Skinny
FC 11 R-41
1
Skinny Rowland
Too Much Bull
Now this here is a story, with amoral good and true, and it might be this story, awaas written just for you.
The Poetry of 'Breaker' Morant
FC 11 M-58
15
Harry 'Breaker' Harbord Morant
His Masterpiece
Never before was daughter of Eve endow'd with a face so fair, There be none of God's holy angels with a beauty half so rare.
Poems by Skinny
FC 11 R-41
2
Skinny Rowland
Winning a Wife
Now this here is the story, of how I took the beauty of the west, I won't talk about my brains and looks, just about the rest. She came riding past my cabin, right next to the trees