A Ballad Of The Old Navy (Burt Franklin Jenness Poems)
The sea's a place for sailormen in fair or stormy weather;'Round the world and back again they're all good mates ...
The sea's a place for sailormen in fair or stormy weather;'Round the world and back again they're all good mates ...
They call me "The Scum," the saddle tramp bumAnd ever since that old dayWhen I quit the strife of the ...
I've played the movin' picter game,An' worked it good an' hard,But it is too all-fired tameFor real cowpunchers, pard.Them actor-guys ...
There's a heap of times when ridin' after cattle shore is tough.When every thing is goin' wrong, or else the ...
Slim Bates ain't braggin' any moreAbout how he kin ride'An' gosh, but he gets mighty soreWhenever he is guyed.He uster ...
Yes, a cow boy has his troubles, and he shore is out of luck,Out a dozen miles from nowheres ...
When I'm ridin' alone in the night-time way out on the desolate range,With the moon shinin' down through the cloud-hills ...
'Twas a hold called Red's SaloonIn La Vaca Town;'Twas an old piano there,Blistered, marred and brown,And a man more battered ...
That night hoss he got the gate open. You find the next mornin' he's gone.And there by the fence lays ...
Guard me, Lord, when I'm a -ridin''Crost the dusty range out there,From the dangers that are hidin'On the trails, so ...
When the boys start out on circle, they most always travel slow.'Cause their breakfast isn't settled, and they've got a ...
We welcome folks in Cactus Center if they've got an honest lay;If their game ain't too durn crooked, we never ...
IT'S nobbut a year Sin' Ruth Moore wur ridin'To tops by t'intake Wheer fox-cubs wur hidin';It's nobbut a year Sin ...
The Green Hunters went ridin';They swept down the nightThrough hollows of shadowAn' pools of moonlight;Their steeds' shoes of soft silver,They ...
Ridin' to our dale-head,Lad, what shall we finndOn this April mornin',Thoo, an' me an' t' wind?Ridin' on our moor-topsSitha! leetsome* ...
"Was I at Eureka?" His figure was drawn to a youthful height, And a flood of proud recollections made the ...
So we settled it all when the storm was done As comfy as comfy could be; And I was to ...
Some clichty folks don't know the facts, posin' and preenin' and puttin' on acts, stretchin' their backs. They move into ...
UPON 1 a simmer Sunday morn When Nature's face is fair, I walked forth to view the corn, An' snuff ...
'Twas on the famous Empire run, Whose sun does never set, Whose grass and water, so they say, Have never ...
You see, the thing was this way -- there was me, That rode Panopply, the Splendor mare, And Ikey Chambers ...
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