FOLK COLLECTION 11: The Skaggs Foundation Cowboy Poetry Collection
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The Whorehouse Bells Were Ringing
Guy Logsdon
FOLK COLL 11 L-46
127
Gail I. Gardner
The Soughrty Peaks
Away up north in the Soughrty Peaks, Where the yellow pines grow tall, Sandy Bob and Rusty Jigs, Had a roundup camp last fall.
bar, devil, torture
The Whorehouse Bells Were Ringing
Guy Logsdon
FOLK COLL 11 L-46
131
Unknown
They're Down and They're Down
Come all you good people, I pray you draw near, The comical session you're going to hear. The boys of this country they try to advance By courting the ladies and learning to dance. And they're down, down, and they're down.
drunk, dance, date
The Whorehouse Bells Were Ringing
Guy Logsdon
FOLK COLL 11 L-46
136
Riley Neal
The Buckskin Shirt
I was born in southern Texas and came to Dallas town, And there I took a notion that I would settle down, that I would settle down, And there I took a notion that I would settle down.
love, gambling, cowboy
The Whorehouse Bells Were Ringing
Guy Logsdon
FOLK COLL 11 L-46
140
Richard J. McGowan
Root, Hog, or Die
I was born in Indiana, a state you all know well, But I moved to Arizona, that country hot as hell; I had a notion in my head, cowpunching I would try, Never thinking what I'd do about my root, hog, or die.
std, prostitute, lust
The Whorehouse Bells Were Ringing
Guy Logsdon
FOLK COLL 11 L-46
145
Gussie L. Davis
The Whorehouse Bells Were Ringing
The whorehouse bells were ringing, And the pimp stood in the door; He'd had a hard on all day long To screw some dirty whore.
prostitute, sex, postition
The Whorehouse Bells Were Ringing
Guy Logsdon
FOLK COLL 11 L-46
149
H. D. L. Webster
Lorena
The years creep slowly by, Lorena, The snow is on the grass again; The sun's low down the sky, Lorena, The frost gleams where the flowers have been.
lost love, longing, civil war
The Whorehouse Bells Were Ringing
Guy Logsdon
FOLK COLL 11 L-46
154
Unknown
My Lula Gal
If you monkey with my Lula gal, I'll tell you what I'll do, I'll carve around your heart with a razor, And I'll shoot you with a shotgun, too, And I'll shoot you with a shotgun, too.
sex appeal, lust, woman
The Whorehouse Bells Were Ringing
Guy Logsdon
FOLK COLL 11 L-46
160
Riley Neal
Boring For Oil
It's not an uncommon but an unpleasant thing To be asked for a song and nothing to sing; So I'll sing you an old one, if an old one will do, This world, it's been searching for something that's new.
sex, oil, boring
The Whorehouse Bells Were Ringing
Guy Logsdon
FOLK COLL 11 L-46
163
Unknown
The Banks of My Native Australia
As I walked out on the Oxbury Branch, Where the maids of Australia play their wild pranks, The forest so wide and the trees were so green, [I] stood gazing around at this beautiful scene; On the banks of my native Australia, Where the maidens grow handsome and free.
maiden, swim, slip
The Whorehouse Bells Were Ringing
Guy Logsdon
FOLK COLL 11 L-46
167
Various
All Night Long
Three old whores in Mexico a-drinking cherry wine, The first one said, "I'll bet your snatch ain't half as big as min."
prostitute, bragging, size
The Whorehouse Bells Were Ringing
Guy Logsdon
FOLK COLL 11 L-46
169
Unknown
The Gay Cabellero
There once lived a gay caballerio, He lived in an ancient castillio; he played with his trololillio, And the works of his peedle-dum-dee.
disease, spanish, flirt
The Whorehouse Bells Were Ringing
Guy Logsdon
FOLK COLL 11 L-46
173
John Wallace "Captain Jack" Crawford
California Joe
Well, mates, I don't like stories, nor am I going to act A part around this campfire that's not a truthful fact. So fill your pipes and listen, I'll tell you - let me see - I think it was in fifty, from that till sixty-three.
scout, rifle, hunting
The Whorehouse Bells Were Ringing
Guy Logsdon
FOLK COLL 11 L-46
179
Charles Rhoades
The Days of Forty-Nine
Old Tom Moore they call me now, A relic of bygone days, And a bummer, too, they call me now, But what care I for praise?
gold, mine, wild men
The Whorehouse Bells Were Ringing
Guy Logsdon
FOLK COLL 11 L-46
182
Unknown
Joe Williams
My name it is Joe Williams, my age is twenty-one, I came out to this country a ramblin' son-of-a-gun.
disease, regret, sex
The Whorehouse Bells Were Ringing
Guy Logsdon
FOLK COLL 11 L-46
186
Unknown
Bad Company
Come all you young companions, and listen unto me, I'll tell you all a sad story of some bad company. I was born in Pennsylvania among those beautiful hills, And the mem'ries of my childhood is warm within me still.
raising, murder, memories
The Whorehouse Bells Were Ringing
Guy Logsdon
FOLK COLL 11 L-46
190
Unknown
Haunted Falls
Once in olden times a river Flowed between two mountain walls, And not far from where it started Formed a place called Haunted Falls.
indians, protest, tragedy
The Whorehouse Bells Were Ringing
Guy Logsdon
FOLK COLL 11 L-46
195
Unknown
Juanita
"I must leave you, my Juanita, Though it almost breaks my heart; I have told you, my Juanita, Sometimes true lovers have to part.
murder, love, mexico
The Whorehouse Bells Were Ringing
Guy Logsdon
FOLK COLL 11 L-46
197
Various
Oh! My! You're A Dandy For Nineteen Years Old
As I went a-strollin' down by the Strand, I met a fair damsel so handsome and grand; She wore jewelry and finery of silver and gold, And says I, "You're a dandy for nineteen years old."
warranty, deception, age
The Whorehouse Bells Were Ringing
Guy Logsdon
FOLK COLL 11 L-46
200
Riley Neal
Sweet Sixteen
Come all you good people and listen to my song; There's not many verses and it will not take you long.
youth, girls, silly
The Whorehouse Bells Were Ringing
Guy Logsdon
FOLK COLL 11 L-46
203
Riley Neal
The Boogaboo
When I was a young and roving blade, I followed a reckless trade. But all the harm that ever I done Was to court a pretty fair maid.
premarital sex, marriage, son
The Whorehouse Bells Were Ringing
Guy Logsdon
FOLK COLL 11 L-46
207
Kerry Mills
Red Wing
There once lived an Indian maid, A shy little prairie maid, She sang a lay, a love song gay, While on the plains she'd while away the day;
parody, love, indian, maiden
The Whorehouse Bells Were Ringing
Guy Logsdon
FOLK COLL 11 L-46
211
Riley Neal
The Little Mohea
As I was out strolling for pleasure one day, To view the creation and pass time away, As I sat amusing myself in the grass, Pray whom should I spy but a young Indian lass.
indian, girl, love, betrayal
The Whorehouse Bells Were Ringing
Guy Logsdon
FOLK COLL 11 L-46
215
John A. Stone
Sweet Betsy From Pike
Do you remember Sweet betsy from Pike, Who crossed the high mountains with her lover Ike, With two yoke of oxen and a large yellow dog, A tall Shanghai rooster and one spotted hog?
miner, pioneer, divorce
The Whorehouse Bells Were Ringing
Guy Logsdon
FOLK COLL 11 L-46
219
Unknown
The Country Girl
The country girl, she went to the fair, She said to the merchant when she got there, "I want a bonnet for summer wear, Something nice to wear to the fair."
fair, bonnet, maidenhead, payment
The Whorehouse Bells Were Ringing
Guy Logsdon
FOLK COLL 11 L-46
222
Unknown
The Oaks of Jimderia
As I was out walking for pleasure one day, To the oaks of Jimderia I happened to stray; Found a green shady bower, climbed up in a tree, And waited the prospects of nature to see.
voyeurism, boy, tree