Old Spookses’ Pass (Isabella Valancy Crawford Poems)
I. WE'D camped that night on Yaller Bull Flat,— Thar was Possum Billy, an' Tom, an' me. Right smart at throwin' a lariat Was ...
I. WE'D camped that night on Yaller Bull Flat,— Thar was Possum Billy, an' Tom, an' me. Right smart at throwin' a lariat Was ...
AT A POINT where the old road crosses The river, and turns to the right,I'd camped with the team; and the ...
Go 'way, fiddle! folks is tired o' hearin' you a-squawkin'. Keep silence fur you' betters! don't you heah de banjo ...
This man Jones was what you'd call A feller 'at had no sand at all; Kind o' consumpted, and undersize, And sailor-complected, with ...
Now Mr. Boomer Johnson was a gettin' old in spots,But you don't expect a bad man to go wrastlin' pans ...
Ha weel aw remember that big Christmas puddin,That puddin mooast famous ov all in a year;When each lad at th' ...
HERE ain't a lavender ditty, Sung by a sweet-scented cove; Here ain't no wine-inspired, witty Story of Honour and Love. ...
To town one day rode Solon Stiles,O'er weary roads and rocky miles,And thro' long lanes, whose dusty breath,Did nearly smother ...
HET vas Mijn Heer van Torenborg, Ride oud oopon de sand, Und vait to hear a paardeken; Coom tromplin from ...
(MR. INTERVIEWER INTERVIEWED)Know me next time when you see me, won't you, old smarty?Oh, I mean YOU, old figger-head,--just the ...
"Through two small windows sunshine slanted in To die upon the splintery schoolroom floor, While the October gusts whipped dirt ...
Wrangle up your mouth-harps, drag your banjo out,Tune your old guitarra till she twangs right stout,For the snow is on ...
You kin talk about your racin' with your horses neck and neck--We have had one here in Cactus that's the ...
Laughter sort o' settles breakfast better than digestive pills;Found it, somehow in my travels, cure for every sort of ills;When ...
"I want to be a brakeman, Dog gone!Legs hangin' over the edge of a flat car,Train goin' 'bout twenty-five miles ...
Edgin' the doorway all the time- Cussin' the boots for Sunday! Thinkin' desertion ain't such a crime- Kickin' the boots ...
Well, my daddy left home when I was three, and he didn't leave much to Ma and me, just this ...
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