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COWBOY LOVE POETRY: Verse from the Heart of the West

edited by Paddy Calistro, Jack Lamb and Jean Penn; foreword by Waddie Mitchell

excerpt copyright (c) 1996 by Angel City Press. All rights reserved.


Introduction


Table of Contents

Foreword
Introduction
The Lovestruck Cowboy
Juanita -- E.A. Brininstool
"Cupid" on a Cow Ranch -- E.A. Brininstool
A Locoed Outfit -- E.A. Brininstool
Love On the "Bar-X" -- E.A. Brininstool
The Cowgirl -- E.A. Brininstool
A Cowboy's Love Song --(anonymous)
A Romance of the Range -- Robert V. Carr
Them Heap Big Thoughts -- Robert V. Carr
Love Lyrics of a Cowboy -- Robert V. Carr
That There Girl -- Robert V. Carr
Real Affection -- Robert V. Carr
A Nevada Cowpuncher to His Beloved -- (anonymous)
A Cowboy's Worrying Love -- James Barton Adams
A Cowboy's Hopeless Love -- James Barton Adams
The Tied Maverick -- Charles "Badger" Clark
"Jest Bring Me Back My Cowgirl Gal!" -- S. Omar Barker
For the Love of Lily --S. Omar Barker
The Phantom Ranch Dream -- Ed Steele
The Jolly Cowboy -- (anonymous)
A Fragment -- (anonymous)
Cowboy Love Song -- Gail I. Gardner
That Letter -- Bruce Kiskaddon
Tonight My Heart's in Texas -- (anonymous)
Cowboy Goes A-Courtin'
One Way of Proposin' --S. Omar Barker
Pony Tracks -- Henry Herbert Knibbs
The Cowboy and the Maid -- (anonymous)
The Cowboy's Valentine -- C.F. Lummis
To Dance With Her -- Robert V. Carr
Time's Heavy Hand -- Robert V. Carr
An' A Two-Step's What They Play -- Robert V. Carr
Down at Haller's Dancin' -- Robert V. Carr
At a Cowboy Dance -- James Barton Adams
The Girl That Wore a Waterfall -- (anonymous)
The Heartbroke Cowboy
Red River Valley -- (anonymous)
Lonesome -- S. Omar Barker
Bucking Broncho -- Belle Starr
A Bad Half Hour -- Charles "Badger" Clark
A Border Affair -- Charles "Badger" Clark
A Cowpunch Courtship --E.A. Brininstool
The Man You Couldn't Get -- Robert V. Carr
Rambling Boy -- (anonymous)
The Rambling Cowboy -- K. Tolliver
The Trail to Mexico -- (anonymous)
Lackey Bill -- (anonymous)
Joe Bowers -- (anonymous)
Legends of Love on the Range
Lasca -- Frank Desprez
Old San Antone -- Henry Herbert Knibbs
Lily of the West -- (anonymous)
Chipeta's Ride -- John W. Taylor
Cowboy Jack -- anonymous, as recited by Buck Ramsey
Young Charlottie -- (anonymous)
Marta of Milrone -- Herman Scheffauer
"Suffrage" in Sagebrush -- E.A. Brininstool
Sweet Betsy from Pike -- (anonymous)
The Transformation of a Texas Girl -- James Barton Adams
California Joe -- (anonymous)
Words of Love from the New West
Sparks -- J.B. Allen
Matrimonial Martyrs -- J.B. Allen
Timothy Draw -- Sue Wallis
The End -- Scott S. McKendrick
Don't Teach That Girl to Rope -- Scott S. McKendrick
Thirty Nine -- Laurie Wagner Buyer
Sego Lily -- Laurie Wagner Buyer
Cowboy Drifter -- Henry Real Bird
Lone Star Woman -- Henry Real Bird
Love is a Lady -- Henry Real Bird
Rosie's Eagle -- J.W. Beeson
Lights of Laramie -- Ian Tyson
Navajo Rug -- Ian Tyson and Tom Russell

The Rambling Cowboy, by K. Tolliver

There was a rich old rancher who lived in the country by,
He had a lovely daughter on whom I cast my eye;
She was pretty, tall, and handsome, both neat and very fair,
There's no other girl in the country with her I could compare.

I asked her if she would be willing for me to cross the plains;
She said she would be truthful until I returned again;
She said she would be faithful until death did prove unkind,
So we kissed, shook hands, and parted, and I left my girl behind.

I left the State of Texas, for Arizona I was bound;
I landed in Tombstone City, I viewed the place all 'round.
Money and work were plentiful and the cowboys they were kind
But the only thought of my heart was the girl I left behind.

One day as I was riding across the public square
The mail-coach came in and I met the driver there;
He handed me a letter which gave me to understand
That the girl I left in Texas had married another man.

I turned myself all 'round and about not knowing what to do,
But I read on down some further and it proved the words were true.
Hard work I have laid over, it's gambling I have designed.
I'll ramble this wide world over for the girl I left behind.

Come all you reckless and rambling boys who have listened to this song,
If it hasn't done you any good, it hasn't done you any wrong;
But when you court a pretty girl, just marry her while you can,
For if you go across the plains she'll marry another man.

Lasca, by Frank Desprez

I want free life, and I want fresh air;
And I sigh for the canter after the cattle,
The crack of the whips like shots in battle,
The medley of hoofs and horns and heads
That wars and wrangles and scatters and spreads;
The green beneath and the blue above,
And dash and danger, and life and love --
And Lasca!


Lasca used to ride
On a mouse-grey mustang close to my side,
With blue serape and bright-belled spur;
I laughed with joy as I looked at her!
Little knew she of books or creeds;
An Ave Maria sufficed her needs;
Little she cared save to be at my side,
To ride with me, and ever to ride,
From San Saba's shore to Lavaca's tide.
She was as bold as the billows that beat,
She was as wild as the breezes that blow:
From her little head to her little feet,
She was swayed in her suppleness to and fro
By each gust of passion; a sapling pine
That grows on the edge of a Kansas bluff
And wars with the wind when the weather is rough,
Is like this Lasca, this love of mine.

She would hunger that I might eat,
Would take the bitter and leave me the sweet;
But once, when I made her jealous for fun
At something I whispered or looked or done,
One Sunday, in San Antonio,
To a glorious girl in the Alamo,
She drew from her garter a little dagger,
And -- sting of a wasp -- it made me stagger!
An inch to the left, or an inch to the right,
And I shouldn't be maundering here tonight;
But she sobbed, and sobbing, so quickly bound
Her torn rebosa about the wound
That I swiftly forgave her. Scratches don't count
In Texas, down by the Rio Grande.

Her eye was brown -- a deep, deep brown;
Her hair was darker than her eye;
And something in her smile and frown,
Curled crimson lip and instep high,
Showed that there ran in each blue vein,
Mixed with the milder Aztec strain,
The vigorous vintage of Old Spain.
She was alive in every limb
With feeling, to the finger tips;
And when the sun is like a fire,
And sky one shining, soft sapphire
One does not drink in little sips.


. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

The air was heavy, the night was hot,
I sat by her side and forgot, forgot;
Forgot the herd that were taking their rest,
Forgot that the air was close oppressed,
That the Texas norther comes sudden and soon,
In the dead of the night or the blaze of the noon;
That, once let the herd at its breath take fright,
Nothing on earth can stop their flight;
And woe to the rider, and woe to the steed,
That falls in front of their mad stampede!

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Was that thunder? I grasped the cord
Of my swift mustang without a word.
I sprang to the saddle, and she clung behind.
Away! on a hot chase down the wind!
But never was fox-hunt half so hard,
And never was steed so little spared.
For we rode for our lives. You shall hear how we fared
In Texas, down by the Rio Grande.

The mustang flew, and we urged him on;
There was one chance left, and you have but one --
Halt, jump to the ground, and shoot your hose;
Crouch under his carcass, and take your chance;
And if the steers in their frantic course
Don't batter you both to pieces at once,
You may thank your star; if not, goodbye
To the quickening kiss and the long-drawn sigh,
And the open air and the open sky,
In Texas, down by the Rio Grande.

The cattle gained on us, and, just as I felt
For my old six-shooter behind in my belt,
Down came the mustang, and down came we,
Clinging together -- and, what was the rest?
A body that spread itself on my breast,
Two arms that shielded my dizzy head,
Two lips that hard to my lips were prest;
Then came thunder in my ears,
As over us surged the sea of steers,
Blows that beat blood into my eyes,
And when I could rise --
Lasca was dead!

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

I gouged out a grave a few feet deep,
And there in the Earth's arms I laid her to sleep;
And there she is lying, and no one knows;
And the summer shines, and the winter snows;
For many a day the flowers have spread
A pall of petals over her head;
And the little grey hawk hangs aloft in the air,
And the sly coyote trots here and there,
And the black snake glides and glitters and slides
Into the rift of a cotttonwood tree;
And the buzzard sails on,
And comes and is gone,
Stately and still, like a ship at sea.
And I wonder why I do not care
For the things that are, like the things that were.
Does half my heart lie buried there
In Texas, down by the Rio Grande.
 

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