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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
BAR-Z ON A SUNDAY NIGHT, by PERCIVAL COMBES First Line: We ain't no saints on the bar-z ranch Last Line: What ain't no saints, as I said. Subject(s): Cowboys; Ranch Life; West (u.s.); Southwest; Pacific States | |||
WE ain't no saints on the Bar-Z ranch, 'Tis said an' we know who 'tis "Th' devil's laid hold on us, tooth an' branch, An' uses us in his biz." Still, we ain't so bad but we might be wuss, An' you'd sure admit that's right, If you happened an' unbeknown to us Around, of a Sunday night. Th' week-day manners is stowed away, Th' jokes an' the card games halts, When Dick's ol' fiddle begins to play A toon an' it ain't no waltz. It digs fer th' things that are out o' sight, It delves through th' toughest crust, It grips th' heart-strings, an' holds 'em tight, Till we've got ter sing er bust! With pipin' treble the kid starts in, An' Hell! how that kid kin sing! "Yield not to temptation, fer yieldin' is sin," He leads, an' the rafters ring; "Fight manfully onward, dark passions subdue," We shouts it with force an' vim; "Look ever to Jesus, he'll carry you through," That's puttin' it up to Him! We ain't no saints on the ol' Bar-Z, But many a time an' oft When ol' fiddle's a-pleadin', "Abide with me," Our hearts gets kinder soft. An' we makes some promises there an' then Which we keeps till we goes to bed, That's the most could be ast o' a passel o' men What ain't no saints, as I said. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WESTERN WAGONS by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET DRIVING WEST IN 1970 by ROBERT BLY IN THE HELLGATE WIND by MADELINE DEFREES A PERIOD PORTRAIT OF SYMPATHY by EDWARD DORN ASSORTED COMPLIMENTS by EDWARD DORN AT THE COWBOY PANEL by EDWARD DORN |
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