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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.

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IDBook TitleComposerIndexPagesAuthorPoem TitleFirst LinesKeywords
22912 Cow Tracks on the Land FC 11 B-66 105 Lona Tankersley Burkhart Cowboys and Cowmen There's cowboys and cowmen, and owners, too. There's gunsels and dues and wild buckaroo. How do you sort'em out, why its kinda hard to say.
22913 Cow Tracks on the Land FC 11 B-66 106 Lona Tankersley Burkhart Buckaroo Well, the cowboy and the buckaroo, can be one and the same. Cloths and the riggin', makin' the difference in the name. Look at the buckaroos, with their packers laced up tight.
22914 Cow Tracks on the Land Lona Tankersley Burkhart FC 11 B-66 107 Richard Smith Trailin' Cows I've followed them cattle Through everything from heat to snow. Sometimes they travel easy And sometimes they won't go.
22915 Cow Tracks on the Land Lona Tankersley Burkhart FC 11 B-66 110 Charlie Hunt Badlands Music In the badlands of North Dakota The moon was round and bright. The day had been a long one An' welcome was the night
22916 Cow Tracks on the Land Lona Tankersley Burkhart FC 11 B-66 112 Jane Tankersley Song of the Past Long to go on home, just go back home. That's what my heart, is a'grievin' for. But I can't go home, just go to roam. For I ain't got no home, no more.
22917 Cow Tracks on the Land Lona Tankersley Burkhart FC 11 B-66 113 Leon Flick Dead in Spring Why is it that they fight the wind, the bitter cold and snow. Then just as sprig starts turnin' green the up and just let go.
22918 Cow Tracks on the Land Lona Tankersley Burkhart FC 11 B-66 114 Betty Lynne She's Not Gettin' on 'em Any More After years facing all breeds of weather Her face appears carved of leather, And her hair is bleached and gray, But she can recall a younger day.
22919 Cow Tracks on the Land FC 11 B-66 115 Lona Tankersley Burkhart To My Old Cat Dear old friend, this is gooodby. Please be patient with me, if I cry. Your dear old face, is blurring through my tears. But my God, we've been together for twenty-six years.
22920 Cow Tracks on the Land Lona Tankersley Burkhart FC 11 B-66 116 Larry Crawford Old Bay I get a lump in my throat when i think about it, and then I usually start to curse, cause my old bay horse can't come to grain, and I can tell he's getting worse
22921 Cow Tracks on the Land FC 11 B-66 117 Lona Tankersley Burkhart My Pardner Late one fall, when I waas a kid, a long, long time ago. Mom's dog Bob, had a litter of pups, and wouldn't you know. For hristmas that year, I got the pick of them all. I chose the runt of the litter, with a crippled front paw.
22922 Cow Tracks on the Land FC 11 B-66 119 Lona Tankersley Burkhart To a Buckskin Mare, Named Getalong Gal I walked out, saw you lying there, at the foot of the hill. My old heart stopped beating, my whole world stood still. Please not you, old faithful, dearly beloved friend.
22923 Cow Tracks on the Land FC 11 B-66 121 Lona Tankersley Burkhart My Father's Spurs As you get older, sense of history and family grow stronger. You realize time, is not just today, but a whole lot longer. Rach back in your mind, for something you heard as a kid.
22924 Cow Tracks on the Land FC 11 B-66 123 Lona Tankersley Burkhart Old Spot and Flaxie I own lots of good horses now, my pastures are plumb full. And I look across the draws, the scene is really beautiful. Their ears are small and, their heads keen and refined. Their chests are muscled good,
22925 Cow Tracks on the Land FC 11 B-66 125 Lona Tankersley Burkhart Horses in My Life Sometimes I get to thiknin', about the horses that I've had. There were a dozen good ones, for every one that was bad. I go back in my mind and, each one has a place.
22926 Cow Tracks on the Land FC 11 B-66 126 Lona Tankersley Burkhart Wilson's Little Ben I got him as a yearling, the black stud I dreamed about. He head was keen a nd fine, his chest and hips were stout. His leg refined and, his ears were nice and small.
22927 Cow Tracks on the Land Lona Tankersley Burkhart FC 11 B-66 127 Walt Wilhelm Bronk Stomping Lady Let me tlell you about a wrangler, Little Lona was her name. Down in Owens Valley, is where this lady won her fame She started with a black stud hoss, two calves and a pig
22928 Cow Tracks on the Land FC 11 B-66 129 Lona Tankersley Burkhart Cowman and His God Prose: To me, religion is a very personal thing and I don't go much to manmade churhces. But that is my choice. I see God every day in the most beautiful church of all, His land.
22929 Cow Tracks on the Land FC 11 B-66 130 Lona Tankersley Burkhart Cowboys Prayer Dear God, You made Your heaven, up above, so I'm told. With pearly gates, heavenly harps, and streets of god. And after this life, in that heaven we'll dwell.
22930 Cow Tracks on the Land FC 11 B-66 131 Lona Tankersley Burkhart Cowboys Eulogy To say goodbye, my God, it sure is hard. But so long ol' Pal, adios, ol Pard. We rode many trails together, in that far distant past. But now, we've come to the end of the trail, at last.
22931 Cow Tracks on the Land FC 11 B-66 133 Lona Tankersley Burkhart Cowman's Prayer Dear God, on this THy starry night. I thank Thee Lord, for all things right. For the grass and water, the rain and snow.
22932 Cow Tracks on the Land Lona Tankersley Burkhart FC 11 B-66 134 Leon Flick Spring of Eighty Eight They died like flies in eighty eight They trod a path through Heavens gate And there they found aplace to graze
22933 Cow Tracks on the Land FC 11 B-66 135 Lona Tankersley Burkhart When You Ride the Ridges When you ride the high ridges, where the air is pure and sweet. your heads in the clouds, and the whole world lies at your feet.
22934 Cow Tracks on the Land Lona Tankersley Burkhart FC 11 B-66 137 Bob Schild Please Lord Now, I ain't much fer prayin, and cows ain't worth a dam. It seems like less and less of them, is packin' my old arn. Our Mr. Smith, the banker, is bearin' quite a load.
22935 Cow Tracks on the Land FC 11 B-66 138 Lona Tankersley Burkhart Three Sets of Tracks in the Sand On a cold and windy Christmas Night, three weary cowboys saw the light. Shining in theEastern sky, Herald of our Lord on high.
22936 Old Stories FC 11 K-26 72 Jo Lynne Kirkwood Red Neck Fishin' Newt and Ernie weren't avid sportsmen. So, when Ernie came up with the plan That they slip off and go fishin' Ol' Newt was pure stumped.