by Edwin Ford Piper (1871 - 1939)
Sweetgrass range
Language: English
Come sell your pony cowboy Sell your pony to me, Braided bridle and your puncher saddle, and spend your money free. If I should sell my pony And ride the range no more, Nail up my hat and my silver spurs Above my shanty door; And let my door stand open wide To the snow and the rain and sun; And bury me under the green sweetgrass Where you hear the river run. I came down the sweetgrass range And by the cabin door, I heard a singing in the early dusk Along the river shore; I heard a singing to the early stars, And the tune of a pony's feet. And the joy of the riding singer I never shall forget.
Authorship:
- by Edwin Ford Piper (1871 - 1939), "Sweetgrass range", appears in Barbed Wire and Wayfarers, first published 1924 [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Elinor Remick Warren (1900 - 1991), "Sweetgrass range" [voice and piano] [text verified 1 time]
Researcher for this page: Barbara Miller
This text was added to the website: 2012-01-04
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