FOLK COLLECTION 11: The Skaggs Foundation Cowboy Poetry Collection
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Poems by Skinny
FC 11 R-41
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Skinny Rowland
The Secret Life
Now Jimmy you tie up that horse, then get washed up to eat, comb our hair and tuck in your shirt, and clean off those mmuddy feet.
Poems by Skinny
FC 11 R-41
28
Skinny Rowland
Bedbugs
i came across this cabin, miles back in some wooded hills, so tired I could have slept, on a bed of porcupine quills. Well I layed down on the bunk bed, but before I got to sleep
Poems by Skinny
FC 11 R-41
29
Skinny Rowland
Old Lightning
I s'pose you girls will want to listne, as I tell the fellers all the latest, it just happens now I've got a horse and it just happens he's the greatest.
Poems by Skinny
FC 11 R-41
30
Skinny Rowland
Ablution Polution
Now when nature called, this idiot stalled, when he should have made a big rush, for he had cut loose, like an overfed goose,,
Poems by Skinny
FC 11 R-41
31
Skinny Rowland
So Far and Yet So Near
Now us old dudes have special thoughts, as we sit and rock and dream, when family cars were Model T's and locomotives ran on steam.
Poems by Skinny
FC 11 R-41
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Skinny Rowland
North Dakota Nights
Now if family blood makes one akin, and on a North Dakota porch you've sat, you are like as not related then, to North Dakota's vampire gnat.
Poems by Skinny
FC 11 R-41
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Skinny Rowland
The Washtub by the Stove
Now some things are fixed solid, in the memories of the past, and one such weekly episode, of my childhood will last. It mostly happened to me, the first thing in the morning,
Poems by Skinny
FC 11 R-41
34
Skinny Rowland
Fuel Shortage
Now the old pioneers were as rough as they came, and I'd hate to try that which brought such acclaim. Jack rabbits and prairie dogs, made a fine soup
Poems by Skinny
FC 11 R-41
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Skinny Rowland
No Doubt at All
Hey! hold it up there dang you Jeb, you north end of a mule going south, I hear from the guys at the cookshack, that you've been running off your mouth.
Poems by Skinny
FC 11 R-41
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Skinny Rowland
The Chase
Now me and Jed my old black horse, we got us quite a scare, when out of the brush came charging, this great big grizzly bear He was indeed a scary sight, with those shiny foot long claws.
Those Drift'n Cowboy Ways
FC 11 P-35
1
Chuck Prentiss
Puppy Love
Well I walked into a bar one day And a friend of mine was there The way he sat a-drinkin' I didn't think he had a care
Those Drift'n Cowboy Ways
FC 11 P-35
4
Chuck Prentiss
Happy Birthday Dick Gibford
Well, I hear you're turnin' forty Ya know? It's not that bad Nothin' really changes much You've still got all you had
Those Drift'n Cowboy Ways
FC 11 P-35
6
Chuck Prentiss
Winter on the Ranch
When springtime starts to roll around and melts the winter snow The sun shines bright and the birds come back from whereever it is they go
The Poetry of 'Breaker' Morant
FC 11 M-58
17
Harry 'Breaker' Harbord Morant
To a Silent Girl
When the skill'd fashioner of female faces Designed your mask, he wrought with cunning fist, And made a mouth expressly to be kiss'd-- Not for shrill utterance nor pert grimaces.
The Poetry of 'Breaker' Morant
FC 11 M-58
18
Harry 'Breaker' Harbord Morant
Pat Magee
Dying! in the sheltering shade That the myall branches made, While the horse-bells clanged and tinkled, far away across the plain.
The Poetry of 'Breaker' Morant
FC 11 M-58
19
Harry 'Breaker' Harbord Morant
The Good Things Which Remain
Bluey the cattle-dog gammons asleep The pine-sparks fly and the embers glow While horse-bells ring and the crickets "cheep".
The Poetry of 'Breaker' Morant
FC 11 M-58
20
Harry 'Breaker' Harbord Morant
Beyond His Jurisdiction
It was a Western manager, and a language-man was he, Thus spoke he to the shed-boss: "Send 'The Rager' round to me."
The Poetry of 'Breaker' Morant
FC 11 M-58
21
Harry 'Breaker' Harbord Morant
Brown Sugar
She dwells beyond Goodooga, A daughter of old Mike, Jim names her "Sweet Brown Sugar"-- For reasons lover-like.
The Poetry of 'Breaker' Morant
FC 11 M-58
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Harry 'Breaker' Harbord Morant
Lost Light
In the starless night I heeded not The utter blank above; I dree'd a lonely, changeless lot, Untouched nor cheered by Love.
The Poetry of 'Breaker' Morant
FC 11 M-58
23
Harry 'Breaker' Harbord Morant
Much-A Little While
"Love me little, love me long"-- Laggard lover penn'd such song Rather Neil!--In other style-- Love me much a little while.
The Poetry of 'Breaker' Morant
FC 11 M-58
24
Harry 'Breaker' Harbord Morant
Rulenis
The prettiest girl in Queensland-She in a soft white silken dress, The wanton wind from her psyche Knot had fluttered one dusky tress.
The Poetry of 'Breaker' Morant
FC 11 M-58
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Harry 'Breaker' Harbord Morant
Slewed!
It was threat'ning to rain as the red sun sank down, And the races wer eover in Bidgeebel town: "A long ride out home is too much of a lark"
The Poetry of 'Breaker' Morant
FC 11 M-58
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Harry 'Breaker' Harbord Morant
West by North, Again
We've drunk our wine, we've kissed our girls, and funds are sinking low, The horses must be thinking it's a fair thing now to go.
The Poetry of 'Breaker' Morant
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Harry 'Breaker' Harbord Morant
In Such A Night
A flood of moonlight from the sky, Where far stars faintly twinkle; And, softened by the night-wind's sigh, Is heard the horse-bell's tinkle.
The Poetry of 'Breaker' Morant
FC 11 M-58
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Harry 'Breaker' Harbord Morant
The Admiral!
It was the time when punters ask-- "What horse think you the Cup will win?" And men essay the simple task Of doing surplus dollars in.