The Country To The West (Earl Alonzo Brininstool Poems)
When the hull big world gits gloomy and as dark as all tarnation,And a feller feels as grumpy as a ...
When the hull big world gits gloomy and as dark as all tarnation,And a feller feels as grumpy as a ...
When the twilight deep has fallen then my baby comes to me, Robed in white, all dressed for Dreamland, and ...
There's lots o' songs the puncher sang in roundin' up his herds;The music wasn't very grand, an' neither was the ...
She ain't inclined to'rds lots o' thingsThat eastern gals can do up brown;She don't wear jewelry and rings,Like them swell ...
I love the peaks with their snow-bound caps; the stately mountains grand;The pungent smell of the bending pines that tower ...
How dear to my heart was that old yellow slicker,I carried 'way back in my cowpunchin' days;'Twas stiff as a ...
He knew the West as only few have known;He knew the men; he knew the horses, too;The swarthy, silent trapper, ...
The cowboy ain't no dandyWhen it comes to wearin' clo'es;But when he trails to the city,He'll go as other folks ...
When the last great herd has vanished,And the open range is gone;When the cattle are all banished,And their numbers are ...
Some day we're going to wander-you and I,Back, back to pleasant paths we used to know,And welcome once again with ...
Off across the wide arroyo sweeps the breezes of the fall,Where the haze of Injun summer sort o' lingers over ...
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 ...
They sing of the puncher--that knight of the range who rounds up the bellerin' steer;Who rides at the head of ...
There ain't no Cattle Land no moreThat isn't wire-fenced;Things ain't the way they was beforeThe Western rush commenced.The open range ...
Slim Bates ain't braggin' any moreAbout how he kin ride'An' gosh, but he gets mighty soreWhenever he is guyed.He uster ...
I wouldn't make no Wall Street king;I'm no financial guy;I don't know much o' anythingBut makin' money fly.But I kin ...
This movin' pitcher bizness it has got to quit, by gum!Cuz it's puttin' our cowpunchers and the cow game on ...
The prairie zephyrs have dropped to rest,And the dust-clouds settle down;The sun dips low in the golden west,O'er the mesa ...
Nary a thing to eat Thanksgivin'Only tin can truck!Gettin' tired of such a livin',Blame the orn'ry luck!Nothin' only beans an' ...
I knowed he was a WesternerI knowed it by his talk;I knowed it by his headgear,I knowed it by his ...
The West ain't what it used to be before the wire bandsWas stretchin' out on every side and fencin' in ...
When you have lived out in the West,Till it becomes a part of you,And you've a feeling in your breastNo ...
When I'm ridin' alone in the night-time way out on the desolate range,With the moon shinin' down through the cloud-hills ...
The sodden slopes are turnin' greenWhere grassy shoots are peepin' out'The purtiest site you ever seen--It makes a cowman want ...
Gusty sheets o' rain a-fallin';Yellow slickers our attire;Wet, bedraggled longhorns bawlin';Cook a-cussin' at the fire.Grub all water-soaked and soggy;Foreman's temper ...
Drear are the prairies; the ranges are silent;Mournfully whispers each soft, passing breeze;Down in the canyon and eddying murmurEchoes the ...
Guard me, Lord, when I'm a -ridin''Crost the dusty range out there,From the dangers that are hidin'On the trails, so ...
Who are a mighty happy crewIn ev'rything they say and do?The wildest bunch I ever knew -The bunkhouse boys.Who, through ...
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