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
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
The Whorehouse Bells Were Ringing
Guy Logsdon
FOLK COLL 11 L-46
224
Bill Davis
Cousin Harry
As i sat with my cousin nellie 'neath the dear old lemon trees, it was sweet to sit beside her as her hair waved in the breeze. It was sweet to sit beside her and watch the fleecy clouds above.
incest, cousin, sex
The Whorehouse Bells Were Ringing
Guy Logsdon
FOLK COLL 11 L-46
226
Riley Neal
The Poor Girl On the Town
I had a dear old father once, who gave me this advice. He said, "My son, wherever you go, pray choose yourself a wife.
travel, prostitute, girl
The Whorehouse Bells Were Ringing
Guy Logsdon
FOLK COLL 11 L-46
228
Lester S. Levy
The Old Tom Cat
An old lady sat by the fire, And she thought no one was night her; There was no one nigh but the tom cat by And she pulled up her petticoat higher.
tom cat, old lady, drunk
The Whorehouse Bells Were Ringing
Guy Logsdon
FOLK COLL 11 L-46
230
Unknown
The Stinkin' Cow
The sun came peekin' over the hills, To dry the dews of morning; The little birds in all the trees Rejoiced in its returning.
cow, smell, heat
The Whorehouse Bells Were Ringing
Guy Logsdon
FOLK COLL 11 L-46
232
Various
The Cuckoo's Nest
Some like a girl that's pretty in the face, Some like a girl that's slim around the waist; But I like a girl with the bubbies on her breast, And a road that's easy travelled to her cuckoo's nest.
rape, flirt, courting
The Whorehouse Bells Were Ringing
Guy Logsdon
FOLK COLL 11 L-46
235
Unknown
Old Horny Kebri-O
When I left home I had good luck, Fourteen maidens I did fuck; Thirteen of them I knocked up With my old horny kebri-o.
sex, wantonness, whorehouse
The Whorehouse Bells Were Ringing
Guy Logsdon
FOLK COLL 11 L-46
238
Various
Old Man's Lament
When I was young and in my prime I could get a hard on any old time; Now I'm old and my balls are cold, And I can't get a hard on to save my soul.
parody, impotence, youth
The Whorehouse Bells Were Ringing
Guy Logsdon
FOLK COLL 11 L-46
241
Unknown
London Town
As I walked out on London's street, A pretty maid I chanced to meet. She offered me gold and silver, too, Just to crawl right onto her doodle-doo.
premarital sex, anger, maid
The Whorehouse Bells Were Ringing
Guy Logsdon
FOLK COLL 11 L-46
245
Unknown
The Sea Crab
"Good morning, mister fisherman, I wish you mighty well, (whistle) Good morning, Mister Fisherman, I wish you mighty well. Say, kind sir, have you any crabs to sell?"
crab, pinch, chamber pot
The Whorehouse Bells Were Ringing
Guy Logsdon
FOLK COLL 11 L-46
249
Unknown
One-Eyed Riley
I was a-sitting in my easy chair, A-viewing the landlord's daughter; I took a notion in my head, I'd like to feel her hindquarter.
rape, father, mother, wantonness
The Whorehouse Bells Were Ringing
Guy Logsdon
FOLK COLL 11 L-46
253
Various
The Keyhole in the Door
Last night she left the parlor, I think 'twas scarcely nine, And by some happy fortune, Her room was next to mine.
voyeurism, peeking tom, keyhole
The Whorehouse Bells Were Ringing
Guy Logsdon
FOLK COLL 11 L-46
256
Various
The Buttons on His Pants
When I was young and foolish, It was my heart's delight To go to balls and parties And stay out late at night.
sailor, pants, buttons