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


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Poetry table.

First Previous Next Last
IDBook TitleComposerIndexPagesAuthorPoem TitleFirst LinesKeywords
22512 Bunkhouse Tales of Wild Hoss Charley FC 11 L-37 37 Fred Lambert The Buffalo Hunt Oh, come with me to the years ago When the West was wide and the buffalo Roamed o'er the ranges, to and fro, With the will of their free endeavor.
22513 Bunkhouse Tales of Wild Hoss Charley FC 11 L-37 39 Fred Lambert Jog On, Jehosophat! Road gets roughter every mile; (Cluck) Jog on, Jehosophat, an' show some style. Mule gone lame an' hens won't lay; Corn's way down an' wheat don't pay.
22514 Bunkhouse Tales of Wild Hoss Charley FC 11 L-37 41 Fred Lambert Ruminations of a "Buster" The Chink was serving dinner At the Cross-Bar Lazy B, When the foreman, Wild Hoss Charley, Stirred his soup and said to me:
22515 Bunkhouse Tales of Wild Hoss Charley FC 11 L-37 44 Fred Lambert Calling Can't you sense a spirit sort o' speakin' in the trees, Just a sound of sighin' in the whisper of the breeze, Smoky haze a lyin' down the valleys an' the leas, And the fragrant breath of new mown hay?
22516 Bunkhouse Tales of Wild Hoss Charley FC 11 L-37 45 Fred Lambert Black Bart He wasn't a grizzled bandit With hardy bandit's poise, But ayoungster kind-a driftin' From his home in Illinois.
22517 Bunkhouse Tales of Wild Hoss Charley FC 11 L-37 47 Fred Lambert The Call Dreamy days Springy air Seems to greet me everywhere; Sort of want to drag about; Kinder feelin' all played out.
22518 Bunkhouse Tales of Wild Hoss Charley FC 11 L-37 48 Fred Lambert Sun of the West Good-Night Sun of the West, good-night, good-night! Orb of a splendid day! Slowly you sink from my eager sight Into the far away.
22519 Bunkhouse Tales of Wild Hoss Charley FC 11 L-37 49 Fred Lambert The Last Shall Be First We were fishing down a canyon On the Cross-Bar Lazy B, When the foreman, Wild Hoss Charley, Cut a pole and said to me:
22520 Bunkhouse Tales of Wild Hoss Charley FC 11 L-37 52 Fred Lambert That Dog-Gasted Saxophone We were playing penny ante At the Cross-Bar Lazy B, When the foreman, Wild Hoss Charley, Deat a par of kings to me:
22521 Bunkhouse Tales of Wild Hoss Charley FC 11 L-37 54 Fred Lambert The Pack Rat I sorter like a pack-rat-- Comic little cuss-- Gathers up the pinons Without a bit of fuss.
22522 Bunkhouse Tales of Wild Hoss Charley FC 11 L-37 56 Fred Lambert Sculduggery We were smoking after dinner At the Cross-Bar Lazy B, When the foreman, Wild Hoss Charley, Grinned a bit and said to me:
22523 Bunkhouse Tales of Wild Hoss Charley FC 11 L-37 58 Fred Lambert Adios (Good-By) Old West--good-bye; The night is falling. Go to your own where sunsets lie; From butte and plain sound voices calling The last farewell-- Old West--good-bye!
22524 Drift Wood FC 11 B-59 1 Lucy S. Burnham Drift Wood Like bits of drift wood toosed by the sea; These long lost thoughts come back to me; I gathered them in with a willing hand, A mound of drift wood upon the sand.
22525 Drift Wood FC 11 B-59 2 Lucy S. Burnham Life's Homey Things I love life's little homey things, My garden and its setting. Your kindly face and tender smile Pray will there be forgetting
22526 Drift Wood FC 11 B-59 3 Lucy S. Burnham My Patch-Work Quilt If only you might speak, dear, lovely quilt, What thoughts you might reveal, or have to say.
22527 Drift Wood FC 11 B-59 4 Lucy S. Burnham The Empty House Did you ever live in an empty house With never one bit of noise? Did you ever live in teh selfsame house With a group of gay girls and boys?
22528 Drift Wood FC 11 B-59 5 Lucy S. Burnham There Was This House O, trouble may come with a heavy tread, To crush me with its power; Sorry may come with many a tear, But lo, I have had this hour.
22529 Drift Wood FC 11 B-59 5 Lucy S. Burnham The Score There are glad days and sad days, So just remember, my dear, As calm comes after a storm cloud, Smiles will follow a tear.
22530 Drift Wood FC 11 B-59 6 Lucy S. Burnham Healing Grace There are some wounds too deep for foolish tears, And pain that gnaws at vitals all the while. And so, I needs must calm my aching heart To teach my trembling lips again to smile
22531 Drift Wood FC 11 B-59 6 Lucy S. Burnham In My Garden Last night I walked alone with God, Within my garden small; I walked in peace for well I knew No harm could me befall.
22532 Drift Wood FC 11 B-59 7 Lucy S. Burnham Homing Just a glimpse of heavenly beauty, You may never have noticed at all, The glow of yellow lamp-light Upon my kitchen wall.
22533 Drift Wood FC 11 B-59 8 Lucy S. Burnham Motherhood She is sewing lace and tiny seams, In her brown eyes and gentle dreams Of a baby from the heavenly shore, To be her own forevermore.
22534 Drift Wood FC 11 B-59 8 Lucy S. Burnham Home An old, unpainted, friendly house, I'm sure it was a home, A place we love to gather and we never want to roam.
22535 Drift Wood FC 11 B-59 9 Lucy S. Burnham Five Little Girls O, the joy of five little girls, Some in pig-tails, some in curls; Angelic faces and eyes of blue, Ten little hands with naught to do.
22536 Drift Wood FC 11 B-59 10 Lucy S. Burnham Two Little Boys Two little boys so full of fun, Ready for bed when day is done; Blue overalls, faded and worn, Patches where the knees are torn.