FOLK COLLECTION 11: The Skaggs Foundation Cowboy Poetry Collection

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Fair Girls and Gray Horses

FC 11 O-12

Will H. Ogilvie

The Parting

There were trailing roses behind her And roses tall on the lawn, And Love for a gift had twined her A crown of the crimsonn dawn; She pondered on Life's

Fair Girls and Gray Horses

FC 11 O-12

Will H. Ogilvie

Perhaps To-night!

Perhaps to-night! came flashing through the splendour Of gleaming lights and gems and faces fair, The touching hands, the whispers low and tender, The love-lit glances and the scented air;

Fair Girls and Gray Horses

FC 11 O-12

Will H. Ogilvie

To a Misogynist

You dawn all women as wantons or worse For a lower proved false in the days gone by: Had you never a sister who held your hand As you loitered together in Babyland,

Fair Girls and Gray Horses

FC 11 O-12

Will H. Ogilvie

When Horses are Saddled for Love

The saddle-slaves of Love are we Who mount by sun and moon, No matter what the season be So long as it be soon

Fair Girls and Gray Horses

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Will H. Ogilvie

Star and Star

You have crossed my life with your fair sweet face You are filling my lone heart's vacant place; Your whispered words and your arms that cling Are a link in Love's remembering;

Fair Girls and Gray Horses

FC 11 O-12

Will H. Ogilvie

To-day!

Hear me now! for time is flying, And the beating of his wings Drowns the vows of Love undying. Dims the light where Memory clings!

Fair Girls and Gray Horses

FC 11 O-12

Will H. Ogilvie

His Gippsland Girl

Now, money was scarce and work was slack And Love to his heart crept in, And he rode away on the Northern track To war with the World and win;

Fair Girls and Gray Horses

FC 11 O-12

Will H. Ogilvie

Whisper Low

We have rowed together at even-fall Down the creek in the sunset glow, Under the vines and the box-trees tall That fringe the shores.

Fair Girls and Gray Horses

FC 11 O-12

Will H. Ogilvie

A Tell-Tale Tryst

O, who was it saddled White Star last night. And who was it saddled White Star? You can read his track to the rails and back And down the creek ever so far.

Fair Girls and Gray Horses

FC 11 O-12

Will H. Ogilvie

Good-Bye, Lynette!

I have worked for you - toil made sweet, love! And never I grudged an hour; Now the dead leaves drift at our fee, love,

Fair Girls and Gray Horses

FC 11 O-12

Will H. Ogilvie

In Mulga Town

We played at love in Mulga town, And O, her eyes were blue! We played at love in Mulga town, And love's a game for two. If three should play alack-a-day!

Fair Girls and Gray Horses

FC 11 O-12

Will H. Ogilvie

The Old Boat

The Old Boat lies in the sand and slime And the sun is springing her planks; She is drifting away on the river of Time Between Eternity's banks:

Fair Girls and Gray Horses

FC 11 O-12

Will H. Ogilvie

Love's Moloch

How long shall we hear the sobbing? How long shall our hearts beat slow To the wail of a ceaseless sorrow That follows us to and fro,

Fair Girls and Gray Horses

FC 11 O-12

Will H. Ogilvie

Where the Brumbles Come to Water

There's a lonely grave half-hidden where the blue-grass droops above, And the slab is rough that marks it, but we planted it for love;

Fair Girls and Gray Horses

FC 11 O-12

Will H. Ogilvie

Good-Bye

Here, on the broken strings of Love's mute harp, Across the withered flowers of all dead dreams, Give me your hand and take my last farewell! One glance of love! the last from those dear eyes

Fair Girls and Gray Horses

FC 11 O-12

Will H. Ogilvie

From the Gulf

Store cattle from Nelanjie! The mob goes feeding past, With half-a-mile of sandhill 'twixt the leaders and the last; Te nags that move behind them

Fair Girls and Gray Horses

FC 11 O-12

Will H. Ogilvie

The Riding of the Rebel

He was the Red Creek overseer, a trusted man and true, Whose shoulder never left the wheel when there was work to do; Through all the day he rode the run, and when the lights grew dim The sweetest wife that ever loved

Fair Girls and Gray Horses

FC 11 O-12

Will H. Ogilvie

Four-in-Hand

O some prefer a single, Or double not too free; But let the lead bars jingle - It's Four-in-Hand for me;

Fair Girls and Gray Horses

FC 11 O-12

Will H. Ogilvie

The Stockyard Liar

If ever you're handling a rough one There's bound to be perched on the rails Of the Stockyard some grizzled old tough one Whose flow of advice never fails;

Fair Girls and Gray Horses

FC 11 O-12

Will H. Ogilvie

The Border Gate

Dawn gilds the spider's bridges; Morn mocks the shadows' rout; A mile back on the ridges They put the head-lights out;

Fair Girls and Gray Horses

FC 11 O-12

Will H. Ogilvie

Out laws Both

Steady! steady, my pearl! from the crest of the range oNe last look behind us: the roofs of the town Are lit with red fires that quiver and change

Fair Girls and Gray Horses

FC 11 O-12

Will H. Ogilvie

The Coach of Death

There's a phantom-coach runs nightly along the Western creeks; Her four black steeds step lightly, her driver never speaks; The horses keep their places across the flood-worn plains

Fair Girls and Gray Horses

FC 11 O-12

Will H. Ogilvie

Darrell

So I've taken his hundred note sin the end, And now, as I turn them over, I feel like a man who's been false to a friend, Or has broken his troth to a lover.

Fair Girls and Gray Horses

FC 11 O-12

Will H. Ogilvie

Off the Grass

They were boasting on the greenhide of their nags of fancy breed, And stuffing them with bran and oats to run in Gumleaf Town, But we hadn't got a racehorse that was worth a dish of feed, So didn't have a Buckley's show to take the boasters down.

Fair Girls and Gray Horses

FC 11 O-12

Will H. Ogilvie

His Epitaph

On a little old bush racecourse at the back of No Man's Land, Where the mulgas mark the furlong, and a dead log marks the stand, There's a square of painted railing showing white against the loam Where they fight for inside running as they round the bend for home;