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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.


Poetry table.

First Previous Next Last
IDBook TitleComposerIndexPagesAuthorPoem TitleFirst LinesKeywords
25117 Horse Tracks FC 11 K-30 86 E.J. Kirchoff The Power of Gossip Old Bill said, "Gossip often spreads Like mornin' glory vines Until from just a tiny sprout whole acres it intwines. Our country town ain't very big.
25118 Horse Tracks FC 11 K-30 88 E.J. Kirchoff A Change of Plans Wilbur is a cattle buyer. Has a livery stable, too. And he'll buy or sell or trade so He can make a buck or two. You couldn't say that Wilbur Is exactly fond of work.
25119 Horse Tracks FC 11 K-30 91 E.J. Kirchoff Never Did That Before this feller come to Wilbur's all Dressed up in fancy clothes. His shirt bedecked with spangles. Boots with silver ont he toes. His clothes sure must have set him back A huskey piece of change.
25120 Horse Tracks FC 11 K-30 95 E.J. Kirchoff Don't Know Everything this here feller come to Wilbur's Lookin' for a horsee to buy. wilbur's got anumber ponies That this dud sure gives the eye. Looks 'em over, every angle, Pointin' out the faults they got.
25121 Horse Tracks FC 11 K-30 98 E.J. Kirchoff When Wilbur Proposed Wilbur said, "I been a-thinkin', Lookin' back along the years to the time I started tradin', Buyin' cows and calves and steers. Had my sights then aimed for somethin'
25122 Horse Tracks FC 11 K-30 101 E.J. Kirchoff If I Hadn't Fallen Down Old Bill and me are ridin' in the umatilla breaks. Sure footed, lots of stamina's the kind of horse it takes. The hills are plenty rocky. Plenty steep and plenty tall.
25123 Horse Tracks FC 11 K-30 104 E.J. Kirchoff Did Anyone Get My Hat This morning the day dawned bright and clear. Not a cloud to marr the blue. I watched them saddle and ride away. Just a happy roundup crew. Idaho Jack ona salty bronc Was fanning and scratching high.
25124 Horse Tracks FC 11 K-30 107 E.J. Kirchoff Peaceful Evening There's a big yellow moon in a warm summer sky. Smell of sage after rain in the breeze. While the frogs 'long the creek sing a happy refrain, An old owl
25125 Horse Tracks FC 11 K-30 109 E.J. Kirchoff Sounds of Beauty Have you ever tho't, my dear, of sound? What pleasure it can bring? The call of honkers flying south? A meadowlark in spring? The tinkle of a little brook That ripples over stones?
25126 Horse Tracks FC 11 K-30 110 E.J. Kirchoff Keep the Fires Bright This morning, skies were bright and clear. We kissed goodby. He said, "My dear, Just keep the fires burning bright 'til I get home again tonight. this snow has covered up the grass. There's cows marooned at Sumac pass.
25127 Corral Dust FC 11 K-33 5 E.J. Kirchoff The Seasons It was spring: The air was sweet With fragrant smellof earth. Across the range the cows To calves were giving birth. On rolling hills the wild flowers Nodded bright and gay. Happily the creek was singing
25128 Corral Dust FC 11 K-33 7 E.J. Kirchoff Incident on the Trail Got a herd of steers we're triallin' Headed for the Darby Peaks Where the summer range is watered By a score of icy creeks. All our campin gear and bed rolls On some mules we had to pack.
25129 Corral Dust FC 11 K-33 10 E.J. Kirchoff The Wild Stud I saw this pony standin' on a high and rocky ridge With his mane and tial a-blowin' in the breeze. Heard the whistle of his challenge, and I answered with a vow
25130 Corral Dust FC 11 K-33 14 E.J. Kirchoff Busted Rope This old cow had her head swelled up. She's lookin' mighty bad. We tho't we'd better catch her. Take A look at what she had. It may be from a snakebite. Or Infection from a thorn.
25131 Corral Dust FC 11 K-33 16 E.J. Kirchoff Didn't Mind Walkin' We're settin' 'round the fire Drinkin' coffee, smokin', too. Got to tellin' of the many Different jobs that fellers do. Old Smokey Jones says, " minin' Underground and diggin' coal
25132 Corral Dust FC 11 K-33 19 E.J. Kirchoff Too Many Mistakes Old Smokey Jones said, "Bill and me, Now this was years ago, Decided that we'd had enough Of buckin' winter snow, A-playin' nursemaid to a bunch Of cows on winter range.
25133 Corral Dust FC 11 K-33 21 E.J. Kirchoff Hard Work We're there in Wilbur's stable Gabbin' some like fellers will. Old Smokey Jones, some others, Me and Wilbur and Old Bill. One feller is complainin'. Said he's sure beein workin' hard
25134 Corral Dust FC 11 K-33 25 E.J. Kirchoff He Couldn't Help It this feller drifted into camp One roundup in the spring. And since the crew was short a man The boss cut him a string. And right away he started in A-blowin' of his horn.
25135 Corral Dust FC 11 K-33 27 E.J. Kirchoff Wilbur's Diet Old Wilbur likes his whiskey, said Old Bill, ,and takes it neat. But better than his vitters tho', Old Wilbur likes to eat. I'm tellin' you, that feller sure Can stow the grub away. And he can eat a full course meal A dozen times a day.
25136 Corral Dust FC 11 K-33 28 E.J. Kirchoff Dust The wind a-blowin' steady had The dust sure on the fly Until you couldn't see the sun A-shinin' in the sky. It got osme in a feller's eyes. And even clogged his nose. And drifted in his bed at night.
25137 Corral Dust FC 11 K-33 30 E.J. Kirchoff Distant Places Old horse, I've often read about The wonders of the world That's found ni far off places Under foreign flags infurled. I guess they're worth the seein' if You've time and money, too.
25138 Corral Dust FC 11 K-33 31 E.J. Kirchoff First Love We're there in Wilbur's stable Gabbin' some like fellers do. And got to reminecen' Turnin' back a page or two. And in the course of talkin' Romance raised its' pretty head.
25139 Corral Dust FC 11 K-33 32 E.J. Kirchoff After Summer Rain Mornin' sun is shinin' golden On the rimrocks 'cross the way As it clears the eastern hill tops Startin' out another day. World is lookin' fresh and fragrant From the rainin' in the night. While above a sky of puer Blue is lookin' washed and bright.
25140 Corral Dust FC 11 K-33 33 E.J. Kirchoff Didn't Make It Each time I ride with Smokey Jones, Said Old bill with a grin, I always swear, by gosh, that I Sure never will again. But every time he comes along And says 'let's go to town.' Well, all them good resolves I've made
25141 Corral Dust FC 11 K-33 36 E.J. Kirchoff Your Smile Like the glory of the dawning when a day is given birth And the sun with all its' splendor Comes to brighten up the earth; Like the cahnging, flaming colors As they paint the western sky When the sun's fulfilled hismission