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American Ballads and Folk Songs |
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Wasp nests and yaller jackets,
The higher you pitch, the sweeter my navy tastes.
Born on the Gaudalupe,
Ten miles below Duck Pond,
Raised in the Rocky Mountains.
Hang one spur where the collar works
And the other where the crupper works.
Four rows of jaw teeth
And holes punched for more;
Steel ribs and iron backbone,
And tail put on with screws,
Double dew-clawed,
Knock-kneed and bandy-shanked,
Nine rows of teeth,
And holes punched for more. |
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GOOD-BY, OLD PAINT
Boothe Merrill, a friend of college days, gave me this song in 1910, in Cheyenne, Wyoming, where we were attending the great Frontier Days celebration. Accidentally I had met him just as he was coming out of the saloon. He expressed astonishment at finding a former Y.M.C.A. leader going into a saloon, and I equal surprise at discovering him coming out of a saloon. While settling the controversy in one of the private back rooms of this place, Boothe sang "Old Paint," which he said was popular at times in western Oklahoma. For the last dance all other music is stopped, and the revelers, as they dance to a slow waltz time, sing "Good-by, Old Paint." The song is yet used in remote western communities until the fiddler comes.
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