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Thread #96618 Message #1891117
Posted By: Q (Frank Staplin)
22-Nov-06 - 05:26 PM
Thread Name: Lyr Add: Government Claim
Subject: Lyr Add: Government Claim
LYR. ADD: GOVERNMENT CLAIM (GOVERMENT CLAMES) Attrib. Frank Baker, c. 1889
"Frank baker is my name and a bachler I am Ime keeping old bach just like a man Youl find me out west in the county of ford A starving to death on a goverment clame Hurah for ford county tis the land of the free The home of the bedbug grasshopper and flee Ile sing loud its prases and tell of its fame While starving to death on my goverment clame
My clothes they are ragged my language is ruf My bread is case hardened both solid and tuf The do it is scaterd all over the room The floor it get scared at the site of a broom Then come to ford county there is a home for you all Where wind never ceases and the rain never falls Where the sun never sinks but always remains Till it cooks you all up on your goverment clames
My house it is built of the natheril soil The walls are erected according to hoil The roof has no pitch tis level and plain I always get wet when it hapens to rain There is nothing that makes a man more hard and profane The dishes are scattered all over the bed They are covered with sorgum potatoes and greas How happy I feel when I crol into bed
When the rattlesnakes rattle a tune at my head And the gay little bedbug so cheerful and bright Thay keep me a lafing to thirds of the night And the gay little flee with sharp tax in his toes Play rattle logketchem all over my nose Hurah for ford county hurah for the west Where the farmers and lofers are ever at rest Fore there is nothing to do but s(w)eetly remain And starve like a man on a goverment clame
How happy I feel on my goverment clame Ive nothing to loze and nothing (to) gain Ive nothing to eat ive nothing to wear And nothing from nothing is honest and fair O its here I am and here I will stay My money all gone and I cant get away There is nothing that makes a man more hard and profane Than a starving to death on a goverment clame
Hurah for ford county where blizerds arize Where the wind is never clenched and the fall never dies Then come join its cores and tell of its fame You poor hungry men that stuc on a clame Good by you clame holders I wish you all well Just stic to your clames and ride them to bad (hell) But as for myself ile no longer remain And starve like a man on a goverment clame
Farewell to ford co farewell to the west Ile travel bac east to the girl I love best Ile stop in Mosoura and get me a wife And live on corn dodgers the rest of my life"
(I have separated the lines into stanzas and put caps on the first word in each line to make reading easier.)
Notes by Myra Hull with song: "I have obtained from George A. Root of the Kansas State Historical Society a copy of a poem which is either a parody or a forerunner of "Starving to Death on a Government Claim' (Pound, op. cit., p. 178). Of this production Mr Root says: "This was sent in as a contribution to the North Topeka Mail, about the year 1889, but was never used. My father, the late Frank A. Root, together with my brother and me, was engaged in the publication of the Mail. The poem struck me as full of humor and homely philosophy, and I rescued it and stowed it away, intending to print it if I could find any excuse for doing so." (The Mail rarely published verse of any sort.) This curiosity is here printed for the first time and in exactly the form that it was submitted, almost fifty years ago."
"Cowboy Ballads," by Myra Hull, Kansas State Historical Society Quarterly, February, 1939. http://www.kancoll.org/khq/1939/39_1_hull.htm
This seems to be the earliest verified copy of this well-known poem about a government claim.
In 21 Mar 00, Jim Krause submitted a note to mudcat, "Subject: Lane County Bachelor From: Dennis Bosley/ Topeka Kansas." Joe Offer reprinted the post in thread 19494, History of Songs. History of Songs
"Frank Baker is the correct name (commenting on the version in the DT), not Frank Bolar. I used to farm in Lane County, Kansas, 10 miles, as the crow flies, from Frank Baker's homestead." The letter states that Frank Baker wrote the song in the 1880's. The record of his filing is preserved.
A version of the poem appeared as "Greer County" in J. A. Lomax, 1910 (1925), "Cowboy Songs and Other Frontier Ballads," The Macmillan Co., pp. 278-279.