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North and west along the coast among the misty islands, Sullen in the grip of night and smiling in the... Read More
Sing me a home beyond the stars, and if the song be fair, I'll dwell awhile with melody--as long as... Read More
Come, all you young waddies, I'll sing you a song, Stand back from the wagon--stay where you belong: I've heard... Read More
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Bought him of the Navajos—shadow of a pony, Over near the Largo draw, runnin' up and down; Twenty pesos turned... Read More
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Walkin' John was a big rope-hoss, from over Morongo way; When you laid your twine on a ragin' steer, old... Read More
(In the Happy Hunting Grounds) Did the phantom hills seem strange, Quien, When you left the light for the ghostly... Read More
Oh, my heart it is just achin' For a little bit of bacon A hunk of bread, a little mug... Read More
Up in Northern Arizona there's a Ranger-trail that passes Through a mesa, like a faëry lake with pines upon its... Read More
Sunny summer day it was when loping in to Laramie, I overtook the Walking Man, reined up and nodded 'How!!'... Read More
Make me no grave within that quiet place Where friends shall sadly view the grassy mound, Politely solemn for a... Read More
North and west along the coast among the misty islands, Sullen in the grip of night and smiling in the... Read More
Sing me a home beyond the stars, and if the song be fair, I'll dwell awhile with melody--as long as... Read More
Come, all you young waddies, I'll sing you a song, Stand back from the wagon--stay where you belong: I've heard... Read More
Bought him of the Navajos—shadow of a pony, Over near the Largo draw, runnin' up and down; Twenty pesos turned... Read More
Walkin' John was a big rope-hoss, from over Morongo way; When you laid your twine on a ragin' steer, old... Read More
(In the Happy Hunting Grounds) Did the phantom hills seem strange, Quien, When you left the light for the ghostly... Read More
Oh, my heart it is just achin' For a little bit of bacon A hunk of bread, a little mug... Read More
Up in Northern Arizona there's a Ranger-trail that passes Through a mesa, like a faëry lake with pines upon its... Read More
Sunny summer day it was when loping in to Laramie, I overtook the Walking Man, reined up and nodded 'How!!'... Read More
Make me no grave within that quiet place Where friends shall sadly view the grassy mound, Politely solemn for a... Read More