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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
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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. To return to the search page, click "home" at the bottom of the page.


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Poetry table.

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IDBook TitleComposerIndexPagesAuthorPoem TitleFirst LinesKeywords
21985 Rhymes of a Rolling Stone FC 11 S-63 115 Robert Service The World's All Right The World's all right; serene I sit, And cease to puzzle over it. There's much that's mighty strange, no doubt; But Nature knows what she's about; And in a millon years or so We'll know more than to-day we know. Old Evolution's under way-- What ho! the World's all right, I say.
21986 Rhymes of a Rolling Stone FC 11 S-63 118 Robert Service The Baldness Of Chewed Ear When Chewed-ear Jenkins got hitched up to Guinneyveer McGee, His flowin' locks, ye recollect, wuz frivolous an' free; But in old Hymen's jack-pot, it's a most amazin' thing, Them flowin' locks jet disappeared like snow-balls in the Spring.
21987 Rhymes of a Rolling Stone FC 11 S-63 124 Robert Service The Mother There will be a singing in your heart, There will be a rapture in your eyes; You will be a woman set apart, You will be so wonderful and wise. You will sleep, and when from dreams you start, As of one that wakes in Paradise, There will be a singing in your heart, There will be a rapture in your eyes.
21988 Rhymes of a Rolling Stone FC 11 S-63 126 Robert Service The Dreamer The lone man gazed and gazed upon his gold, His sweat, his blood, the wage of weary days; But now how sweet, how doubly sweet to hold All gay and gleamy to the campfire blaze. The evening sky was sinister and cold; The willows shivered, wanly lay the snow.
21989 Rhymes of a Rolling Stone FC 11 S-63 131 Robert Service At Thirty-Five Three score and ten, the psalmist saith, And half my course is well-nigh run; I've had my flout at dusty death, I've had my whack of feast and fun. I've mocked at those who prate and preach; I've laughed with any man alive; But now with sobered heart I reach The Great Divide of Thirty-five.
21990 Rhymes of a Rolling Stone FC 11 S-63 133 Robert Service The Squaw Man The cow-moose comes to water, and the beaver's overbold, The net is in the eddy of the stream; The teepee stars the vivid sward with russet, red and gold, And in the velvet gloom the fire's a-gleam. The night is ripe with quiet, rich with incense of the pine.
21991 Rhymes of a Rolling Stone FC 11 S-63 137 Robert Service Home And Love Just Home and Love! the words are small Four little letters unto each; And yet you will not find in all The wide and gracious range of speech Two more so tenderly complete: When angels talk in Heaven above, I'm sure they have no words more sweet Than Home and Love.
21992 Rhymes of a Rolling Stone FC 11 S-63 139 Robert Service I'm Scared Of It All I'm scared of it all, God's truth! so I am; It's too big and brutal for me. My nerve's on the raw and I don't give a damn For all the "hoorah" that I see. I'm pinned between subway and overhead train, Where automobillies swoop down: Oh, I want to go back to the timber again-- I'm cared of the terrible town.
21993 Rhymes of a Rolling Stone FC 11 S-63 142 Robert Service A Song Of Success Ho! we were strong, we were swift, we were brave. Youth was a challenge, and Life was a fight. All that was best in us gladly we gave, Sprange from the rally, and leapt for the height. Smiling is Love in a foam of Spring flowers: Harden our hearts to him--on let us press!
21994 Rhymes of a Rolling Stone FC 11 S-63 144 Robert Service The Song Of The Camp Fire I Heed me, feed me, I am hungry, I am red-tongued with desire; Boughs of balsam, slabs of cedar, gummy fagots of the pine, Heap them on me, let me hug them to my eager heart of fire, Roaring, soaring up to heaven as a symbol and a sign. Bring me knots of sunny maple, silver birch and tamarack.
21995 Rhymes of a Rolling Stone FC 11 S-63 146 Robert Service The Song Of The Camp Fire II Gather round me, boy and grey-beard, frontiersman of every kind. Few are you, and far and lonely, yet an army forms behind: By your camp-fires shall they know you, ashes scattered to the wind. Peer into my heart of solace, break your bannock at my blaze; Smoking, stretched in lazy shelter, build your castles as you gaze.
21996 Rhymes of a Rolling Stone FC 11 S-63 148 Robert Service The Song Of The Camp Fire III I am dying, O my masters! by my fitful flame ye sleep; My purple plumes of glory droop forlorn. Grey ashes choke and cloak me, and above the pines there creep The stealthy silver moccasins of morn. There comes a countless army, it's the Legion of the light.
21997 Rhymes of a Rolling Stone FC 11 S-63 150 Robert Service Her Letter "I'm taking pen in hand this night, and hard it is for me; My poor old fingers tremble so, my hand is stiff and slow, And even with my glasses on I'm troubled sore to see... You'd little know your mother, boy; you'd little, little know.
21998 Rhymes of a Rolling Stone FC 11 S-63 152 Robert Service The Man Who Knew The Dreamer visioned Life as it might be, And from his dream forthright a picture grew, A painting all the people thronged to see, And joyed therein--till came the Man Who Knew, Saying: "'Tis bad! Why do ye gape, ye fools! He painteth not according to the schools."
21999 Rhymes of a Rolling Stone FC 11 S-63 154 Robert Service The Logger In the moonless, misty night, with my little pipe alight, I am sitting by the camp-fire's fading cheer; On, the dew is falling chill on the dim, deer-haunted hill, And the breakers in the bay are moaning drear. The toilful hours are sped, the boys are long abed, And I alone a weary vigil keep.
22000 Rhymes of a Rolling Stone FC 11 S-63 157 Robert Service The Passing Of The Year My glass is filled, my pipe is lit, My den is all a cosy glow; And snug before the fire I sit, And wait to feel the old year go. I dedicate to solemn thought Amid my too-unthinking days, This sober moment, sadly fraught With much of blame, with little praise.
22001 Rhymes of a Rolling Stone FC 11 S-63 160 Robert Service The Ghosts Smith, great writer of stories, drank; found it immortalised his pen; Fused in his brain-pan, else a blank, heavens of glory now and then; Gave him the magical genius touch; God-given power to gouge out, fling Flat in your face a soul-thought--Bing! Twiddle your heart-strings in his clutch.
22002 Rhymes of a Rolling Stone FC 11 S-63 168 Robert Service Good-Bye, Little Cabin O Dear little cabin, I've loved you so long, And now I must bid you good-bye! I've filled you with laughter, I've thrilled you with song, And sometimes I've wished I could cry. Your walls they have witnessed a weariful fight, And rung to a won Waterloo: But on, in my triumph I'm dreary to-night-- Good-bye, little cabin, to you!
22003 Rhymes of a Rolling Stone FC 11 S-63 170 Robert Service Hear O' The North And when I come to the dim trail-end, I who have been Life's rover, This is all I would ask, my friend, Over and over and over: A little space on a stony hill With never another near me.
22004 Rhymes of a Rolling Stone FC 11 S-63 171 Robert Service The Scribe's Prayer When from my fumbling hand the tired pen falls, And in the twilight weary droops my head; While to my quiet heart a still voice calls, Calls me to join my kindred of the Dead: Grant that I may, O Lord, ere rest be mine, Write to Thy praise one radiant, ringing line.
22005 Riding With Jim: Adventures with Cowboys and Farriers: Stories and Cowboy Poetry FC 11 N-13 5 Andy Nelson A Politically Correct Cowboy Day Too brazen and bold, or so I've been told, that my language is often perverse; With crude words leaking, I've changed my speaking, now it takes me all day to converse. So today I'll spend, trying not to offend, with the things that I do and say; As I ride and rope, I surely do hope, for a politically correct day.
22006 Riding With Jim: Adventures with Cowboys and Farriers: Stories and Cowboy Poetry FC 11 N-13 13 Andy Nelson The Box R Cavvy Ranch hands ran to the Box R cavvy, through the middle of town today; On a rain-covered asphalt street, in Wyoming, third week of May. It shocked my subconscious being, and my cowboy core came alive.
22007 Riding With Jim: Adventures with Cowboys and Farriers: Stories and Cowboy Poetry FC 11 N-13 21 Andy Nelson Harvey's Moon Harvey's farrier skills are better than fair, he's an equine podiatrist extraordinaire; The best I've found, for miles around, and is one tha will take extra care.
22008 Riding With Jim: Adventures with Cowboys and Farriers: Stories and Cowboy Poetry FC 11 N-13 26 Andy Nelson Waiting on the Thunder Our first child moved away last year, she's grown now and all on her own; We only see her on holidays, or perhaps to co-sign a loan.
22009 Riding With Jim: Adventures with Cowboys and Farriers: Stories and Cowboy Poetry FC 11 N-13 33 Andy Nelson The Bar T Branding It was branding time at the ol' Bar T, and the boys were all gathered 'round; Jasper had sent all the ropers with me, while Zeke ran the crew on the ground. The workers put on an awesome display, the crew was a well-oiled machine.