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 ...
When you hear at night de cows a lowin',An' dogs a howlin' out der mournful soun',I tell you now you ...
When yer hur at nite de ole milch cow a-lowin''N houn dogs howling out der monful soun,I tel yer now ...
Wot's in a name? — she sez . . . An' then she sighs, An' clasps 'er little 'ands, an' ...
Ar, these is 'appy days! An' 'ow they've flown - Flown like the smoke of some inchanted fag;Since dear Doreen, ...
TO POSTMASTER JAMES H. RABBITTS. When de shadows ah de e'ebnin's Gently, sof'ly fallin' 'roun', 'Cross de lonely field an' ...
I rode to that box a settin' on a post beside the trail,That our outfit used fur getting' all their ...
The dawnin' of prosperity Recalls (said old George Jones)When I was young, a song we sung, In none too sober ...
That old bunk house mirror that most of us knewI remember it yet, and I know that you do.One corner ...
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