FOLK COLLECTION 11: The Skaggs Foundation Cowboy Poetry Collection
| Date of Items: | 1890-present | Register Prepared by: | Randy Williams and Susan Gross, April 2004 |
| Register Updated by: | Randy Williams, 23 December 2009 |
| Excel database transfered to MYSQL and uploaded (replacing PHP data): | Colin Jackson, Fall 2010 |
| MYSQL database updated: | Randy Williams, January 2012 |
| Linear Feet: | 20 |
Historical Note & Provenance
Folk Coll 11 is Utah State University's cowboy poetry collection. The collection, originally created by a generation donation by the L. J. and Mary Skaggs Foundation, includes books gathered during a fieldwork project in the early 1980s to document cowboy poetry in the U.S. west (see Folk Coll 11f). From this important fieldwork project came the impetus for the first Cowboy Poetry Gathering held in January 1985 in Elko, Nevada. Since that time, each January, the Fife Folklore Archives staff take the collection and Access database (that details each book, poem, author, first line and key words), to the National Cowboy Poetry Gathering for offsite use. Through University purchases and generation donations from poets and collectors, this collection continues to grow.
Scope and Content
The collection consists of 20 linear feet of books on cowboy poetry, including press and self published works. The collection can be accessed through USU Libraries online catalog.
As well, poem titles and keywords found in each book in the collection are included in the database below. To use, type in the search term. Tip: Try and use an uncommon
word from the poem to ensure less "hits." For instance, if you enter "boots" you will get many hits; but if you enter "bones" you will most liley get fewer "hits" or poems and find the item you seek faster.
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Poetry table.
First Previous Next Last| ID | Book Title | Composer | Index | Pages | Author | Poem Title | First Lines | Keywords |
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| 23366 | The Poetry of 'Breaker' Morant | FC 11 M-58 | 39 | Harry 'Breaker' Harbord Morant | Who's Riding Old Harlequin Now? | They are mustering cattle on Brigalow Vale, Where the stock horses whinny and stamp; And where long Andy Ferguson, you may go bail, Is yet boss on a cutting-out camp. | ||
| 23367 | The Poetry of 'Breaker' Morant | FC 11 M-58 | 41 | Harry 'Breaker' Harbord Morant | Two Gossips | One fox-faced virgin, word for word, repeats each sland'rous thing she's heard, And sourly smiles as scandal slips With gusto from her thin white lips. | ||
| 23368 | The Poetry of 'Breaker' Morant | FC 11 M-58 | 42 | Harry 'Breaker' Harbord Morant | A Stage-Aside | The fellow had an awful voice Yet sang when so requested; Whilst the long ballad of his choice Was one we all detested. | ||
| 23369 | The Poetry of 'Breaker' Morant | FC 11 M-58 | 43 | Harry 'Breaker' Harbord Morant | The Devoutly Thankful Lover | So Nell was married yesterday!-- Let's fill a bumper mellow, And dreain it to old Hymen's sway-- And to the lucky fellow. | ||
| 23370 | The Poetry of 'Breaker' Morant | FC 11 M-58 | 44 | Harry 'Breaker' Harbord Morant | At the Church Concert | Last night we saw the chairman rise, With beaming face and pleasant, He said, "I must apologise For some who are not present!" | ||
| 23371 | The Poetry of 'Breaker' Morant | FC 11 M-58 | 44 | Harry 'Breaker' Harbord Morant | Parlez Doucement! | When low winds pass away, their memories last Longer than voices of the noisy blast; The gentle breeze that softly sighs among The scented roses sings the sweetest song. | ||
| 23372 | The Poetry of 'Breaker' Morant | FC 11 M-58 | 45 | Harry 'Breaker' Harbord Morant | Not "A Veteran" | 'Twas in the "Hunters' Contest" Mickey had a colt to ride, Who'd jumped so well at home, you couldn't stop him if you tried:-- 'Twas not the fence that stopped him now, but on the rails there leaned, And all about the jump there stood, some photographic fiend. | ||
| 23373 | The Poetry of 'Breaker' Morant | FC 11 M-58 | 46 | Harry 'Breaker' Harbord Morant | Goody Two-Shoes | Among our dear Australee girls Her like was never seen-- Neat and petite, from sunny curls Down to her tan bottine. | ||
| 23374 | The Poetry of 'Breaker' Morant | FC 11 M-58 | 47 | Harry 'Breaker' Harbord Morant | Corn Medicine | "A well-bred horse! but he won't get fat, Though I've done the best I can; He keeps as poor as a blessed rat!" Said the sorrowful stable-man. | ||
| 23375 | The Poetry of 'Breaker' Morant | FC 11 M-58 | 48 | Harry 'Breaker' Harbord Morant | Kitty's Broom | When Kitty glides into the room There I contrive to stay And watch her while she with her broom Sweeps all the dust away. | ||
| 23376 | The Poetry of 'Breaker' Morant | FC 11 M-58 | 49 | Harry 'Breaker' Harbord Morant | Where Willow-trees Fringe a Fairyland | When the sky was the softest shade of grays, Save eastward--where glowered one fire-edged cloud-- I watched in the dawning the brown hills raise. | ||
| 23377 | The Poetry of 'Breaker' Morant | FC 11 M-58 | 50 | Harry 'Breaker' Harbord Morant | A Departing Dirge | Girls in town and boys out back, I've rolled up my little pack, And on June's chill wintry gales Sail from pleasant New South Wales | ||
| 23378 | The Poetry of 'Breaker' Morant | FC 11 M-58 | 51 | Harry 'Breaker' Harbord Morant | At the River-Crossing | Oh! the quiet river-crossing Where we twain were wont to ride, Where the wanton winds were to sing Willow branches o'er the ride. | ||
| 23379 | The Poetry of 'Breaker' Morant | FC 11 M-58 | 52 | Harry 'Breaker' Harbord Morant | An Enthusiastic Sportsman Enthuses | So now the Brands Seek other lands; Alack! long ere they reach 'em A fickle crowd Will cheer as loud For godly Governor Beau-champ. | ||
| 23380 | The Poetry of 'Breaker' Morant | FC 11 M-58 | 53 | Harry 'Breaker' Harbord Morant | Too Much Light | It was a mighty snug resort, that Sydney-side hotel: A snug resort where fellows dined "not wisely, but too well"; The boarders all had gone to bed, and other men departed, When Pat suggested to his pal 'twas nearly time they started. | ||
| 23381 | The Poetry of 'Breaker' Morant | FC 11 M-58 | 54 | Harry 'Breaker' Harbord Morant | At Last | When I am tired, and old, and worn, And harass'd by regret; When blame, reproach, and worldlings' scorn On every side are met. | ||
| 23382 | The Poetry of 'Breaker' Morant | FC 11 M-58 | 55 | Harry 'Breaker' Harbord Morant | Some Other Body | Somebody's horse has finished his feed, Somebody's saddle is on; But never a nigger the tracks can read, Or know where Somebody's gone. | ||
| 23383 | The Poetry of 'Breaker' Morant | FC 11 M-58 | 56 | Harry 'Breaker' Harbord Morant | Short Shrift | I can mind him at the start-- Easy seat and merry heart! Said he, as he threw a glance At the crawling ambulance. | ||
| 23384 | The Poetry of 'Breaker' Morant | FC 11 M-58 | 57 | Harry 'Breaker' Harbord Morant | Envoi | When the last rousing gallop is ended, And the last post-and-rail has been jumped, And a cracked neck that cannot be mended Shall have under the yew-tree been "dumped". | ||
| 23385 | The Poetry of 'Breaker' Morant | FC 11 M-58 | 58 | Harry 'Breaker' Harbord Morant | A-shelling Peas | Now, all the world is green andbright Outside the latticed pane; The fields are decked with gold and white, And Spring has come again. | ||
| 23386 | The Poetry of 'Breaker' Morant | FC 11 M-58 | 60 | Harry 'Breaker' Harbord Morant | When Stock Go By | Ah me! how clearly they come back-- Those golden days of long ago, When down the droughty Bogan track Tom came with stock from Ivanhoe! | ||
| 23387 | The Poetry of 'Breaker' Morant | FC 11 M-58 | 62 | Harry 'Breaker' Harbord Morant | Butchered to Make a Dutchman's Holiday | In prison cell I sadly sit, A d____d crest-falled chappie! And own to you I feel a bit-- A little bit--unhappy! | ||
| 23388 | FC 11 S-68 | 1 | Hal Swift | Christmas is a Birthday Party | Christmast is a birthday party we celebrate every year. And happy invitations call our guests from far and near. | |||
| 23389 | FC 11 F-19 | 1 | Curley Fletcher | Drift Along Lonely Cowboy | In the far away Heavens in distant blue skies, High above in the bright gleaming sun, Is a heaven of rest, for hte Great Master's guest, When the Round-up on Earth is all done. | |||
| 23390 | RU Lazy 2? | FC 11 N-15 | 3 | A.G. Nelson | Sensitivity Training | My sister accused me, of all people, Of being insensitive to others' feelings; She says I needed sensitivity trainin', To make my demeanor more appealing. |