I'm looking for lyrics for the authentic cowboy song (or recitation) "It's My Night to Howl". Despite the length of this post, so far I've only found bits and pieces, and no tune.

Please do NOT post information in this thread for modern compositions of the same general name, such as:

The 1934 Lorenz and Hart song "My Night to Howl", from the musical A Connecticut Yankee.

The bluegrass song "It's My Night to Howl", which begins "Well, I've been working all week long".

The song sung by Ray Charles which begins "When the church bells sound my plight" (or "There's a marital knot, and at noon I'll tie it").

Lorrie Morgan's song "My Night to Howl", which begins "There's a good time moon on the rise tonight."

Instead, please start separate threads, since they aren't really related to the song this thread should concern.

It appears to have begun as a series of boasts or challenges. These were formed into a recitation and then into a song. These are the citations I've been able to turn up.

In his modern book The French Quarter, Herbert Asbury describes a typical exchange of boasts preceding an (organized?) fight among bargemen in the early 1800's:
   "I'm a child of the snapping-turtle!"
   "I was raised with the alligators and weaned on panther's milk!"
   "I can outrun, outjump, outshoot, throw down, drag out, and lick any man in the country!"
   "I'm a roaring rip-snorter and chock-full of fight!"
   "I'm a pizen wolf from Bitter Creek and this is my night to howl!"
   "I can wrastle a buffalo and chaw the ear off a grizzly!"

Vol P.Mooney published an account of a murder which happened in Towanda in the fall of 1872, in History of Butler County, Kansas (1916). The account included this passage:

Griffith turned and walked back to the rear of the store, wanting someone to test his strength, and again approached Bradshaw and said, "John, I can throw you over my head with one hand. I am a trantler from Bitter Creek, the further up you go, the worse they get. I am from right at the head waters. I am a coyote and it's my night to howl. Look at me. Look me in the eye!" All this time dancing and capering around him in the best of humor and endeavoring to and thinking he was having a high old time. [italics mine]

On 21 Nov. 1877, The New York Times ran a review of a lecture at Chickering Hall given by Henry Watterson titled "Whimsicalities, Comicalities, and Realities of Southern Life". Watterson quoted this bit of boasting among Southerners:

I am a fighter from Bitter Creek, I am a wolf, and this is my night to howl. I have three rows of teeth, and no two teeth are alike. Folks on Bitter Creek are bad, and the highter up you go, the worse they are. I am from the head waters...

He repeated this in slightly different form in an article he wrote for The Century, "Oddities of Souther Life" (1881 or 82).

I wish to introduce here a lower order--to talk of the comicalities and whimsicalities of Southern life, embodied in the exploits of the "howling raccoon of the mountains" and the musings of the epic hero who, describing himself, said: "I am a fighter from Bitter Creek; I'm a wolf, and this is my night to howl. I've three rows of front teeth, and nary tooth alike. The folks on Bitter Creek are bad; the higher up you go, the wuss they are; and I'm from the head-waters."

Chambers's Journal published an article titled "The Texan Cowboy: His life in town, on the trail, and on the ranche" which began:

"Guests will please remove their pistols before entering the dining-room,' was the sign which met your eye as you stepped into the office of any of the hotels in Abilene, Kansas, in the early days when that town was the headquarters of the Texas cattle-trade for the United States.--"I'm a wolf, and it's my night to howl! I'm a bucking cayuse from Bitter Creek, wild and woolly and hard to curry! Whoop-pee! Every one take a drink!" were the words you could have heard uttered by some tipsy cowboy in any of the numerous drinking saloons in the same town almost any day or night during the season; and very often these words would be followed by shots from his revolvers, pointed in the air--just for the sake of hearing a noise, you know. [italics mine]

George Newcomb, a member of the Doolin/Dalton gang, acquired the moniker "Bitter Creek" by frequently singing "I'm a wild wolf [or bad dog] from Bitter Creek and it's my night to howl." He was known by this name at least by 1893, when he was involved in the notorious Wild Bunch shoot-out in Ingalls, Oklahoma. This is the first clear mention I've found of this line in song form, but most accounts call it an "old cowboy song".

In 1893, the line also occurs in Burton Harrison's book Sweet Bells Out of Tune, as a boast.

In Owen Wister's novel The Virginian (1902), a bunch of cowboys are gathered in the caboose of a train, and one recites "And it's my night to howl". Wister quotes part of the recitation:
   "I'm wild, and woolly, and full of peas;
   I'm hard to curry above the knees;
   I'm a she-wolf from Bitter Creek, and
   It's my night to ho-o-wl--"
This is the first instance I've found of the boast in verse form.

Roger S. Pocock included the boast in elaborated form in at least three of his works. In Curly: a tale of the Arizone Desert (1903) a cowboy says, "I'm a wolf. I come from Bitter Creek. The higher up, the worse the waters, and I'm from the source, and it's my night to how-w-1. Yow-ow-ow!" In A Frontiersman (1904) it's, "I'm a wolf, and it's my night to howl! I'm a bad man! I come from Bitter Creek - the higher up the worse the waters, and I'm from the source - Yeou-ou-u!" And in The Cheerful Blackguard (1914) it's, "Oh, hang my collar on the chandelier while I sweat! Me pants is split from ear to ear, and it's my night to how-w-1! Yow- ow-w!"

The first complete song I've found is attributed to Tim McCoy, who went from being a cowboy to being a circus berformer, star of his own wild west show, author and matinee movie star. Since it's probably copyrighted, I'll only give the first line: "Clear the trail, you short-horn pilgrims, hunt your hole or climb a tree."

Finally, in the screenplay for the film Pretty Baby (1978, starring Keith Carradine, Susan Sarandon and Brooke Shields) this verse appears:
   Well, I am the child of a snapping turtle.
   Raised by alligators on panther's milk.
   I'm a poisoned wolf from Bitter Creek,
   and tonight's my night to howl!