Uploaded August 2020 | Updated September 2026, 1 week ago
Day 166 of the American Songbag Stay-at-Home Series
It's a rough start to this recording, but it's too long of a song for more than a couple of takes (especially when there's only one day to record). At least there were only 19 verses. I noticed in my copy of North Carolina Folklore (volume three of seven volumes published by Duke University Press) this song has 29 verses!!
Sandburg knew John and Alan Lomax and they traded songs at times. This song was first published in John Lomax's ground breaking first work, Cowboy Songs and Other Frontier Ballads (1910). At the time many thought the collection had little value. It went through many additions and expansions of the years.
Sandburg writes: The Lone Star Trail is "a cowboy classic of saddle and trail, ranch and range. The verses are from John Lomax of Texas and Jay Monaghan of Wyoming. . . . Certain versions have extended and lurid conversations between the cowboy and the lady. "
NOTE from The Traditional Ballad Index: "Although the Chisholm Trail was open for less than two decades, millions of cattle traveled north over it. More than any of the other trails from Texas, it was the major route of cattle and horses, cowboys and cowmen, to Kansas railheads as well as the new ranches springing up all over the former ranges of the buffalo and the Plains Indians between 1867 and the Big Die-Up of 1886-1887. In fact, the name Chisholm Trail came to be applied indiscriminately to all the cattle trails north out of Texas."
Officially called the Great Cattle Extinction, it would come down in Western history as the Big Die-Up. When it ended, most of the large ranching operations on the Northern Range died up, as well. The old-time cattle industry, the trail drives that fed it, and the Old West itself, never recovered. (from AmericanCowboy.com)
Day 166 of the American Songbag Stay-at-Home Series
It's a rough start to this recording, but it's too long of a song for more than a couple of takes (especially when there's only one day to record). At least there were only 19 verses. I noticed in my copy of North Carolina Folklore (volume three of seven volumes published by Duke University Press) this song has 29 verses!!
Sandburg knew John and Alan Lomax and they traded songs at times. This song was first published in John Lomax's ground breaking first work, Cowboy Songs and Other Frontier Ballads (1910). At the time many thought the collection had little value. It went through many additions and expansions of the years.
Sandburg writes: The Lone Star Trail is "a cowboy classic of saddle and trail, ranch and range. The verses are from John Lomax of Texas and Jay Monaghan of Wyoming. . . . Certain versions have extended and lurid conversations between the cowboy and the lady. "
NOTE from The Traditional Ballad Index: "Although the Chisholm Trail was open for less than two decades, millions of cattle traveled north over it. More than any of the other trails from Texas, it was the major route of cattle and horses, cowboys and cowmen, to Kansas railheads as well as the new ranches springing up all over the former ranges of the buffalo and the Plains Indians between 1867 and the Big Die-Up of 1886-1887. In fact, the name Chisholm Trail came to be applied indiscriminately to all the cattle trails north out of Texas."
Officially called the Great Cattle Extinction, it would come down in Western history as the Big Die-Up. When it ended, most of the large ranching operations on the Northern Range died up, as well. The old-time cattle industry, the trail drives that fed it, and the Old West itself, never recovered. (from AmericanCowboy.com)




![Dakota Land
Day 171 of the American Songbag Stay-at-Home Series
Sandburg writes: Older nations have had peasant revolts and agrarian movements and parties. The United States has had its Greenback, Populist, Nonpartisan League and Farm Bloc movements, all of them western, and in part representative of strugglers in semi-arid areas where so often the rains just gone around. A poet of those strugglers, Edwin Ford Piper, in “Barbed Wire and Wayfarers,” uses their lingo:
Run you old stiff-kneed grasshopper.
You spiral-spited jackrabbit, you!
A-ho, whoopee!
Browns Hotel were bound to see,
Swing them girls at the dance party,
One-and-twenty on a moonlight spree
A-ho, whoopee!
Whoa, Zebe, whoa!
Whoa, till I hitch you, whoa!
In a piece on The Drought, he tells how
On the whitening grass,
With bright and helpless eyes, a meadow lark
Sits open-beaked and desperately mute.
The thin, brown wheat that was too short to cut
Stands in the field; the feeble corn, breast high,
Shows yellowed leaf and tassel.
And from Pipers song collection we have a psalm of a desolate people, Dakota Land, with an air somewhat after the gospel hymn, Beulah Land.
[from the Traditional Ballad Index] Although the Dakota Land form seems to be the most common in tradition, local versions have sprouted for much of the West. Thus the Fifes lists texts for Dakota Land, Nebraska Land, and Missouri Land. Saskatchewan also follows this form, but it has been adapted enough that I think it qualifies as a separate song.
Rose Wilder Lane (daughter of Almanzo and Laura Ingalls Wilder) quotes a stanza of this on p. 6 of Laura Ingalls WIlder, On the Way Home: The Diary of a Trip from South Dakota to Mansfield, Missouri, in 1894, Harper & Row, 1962; she claims her mother and her aunt Grace sang it in the early 1890s but of course she was writing almost seventy years later. Dakota Land](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/aC7urHhynnY/mqdefault.jpg)

![The Kinkaiders
Day 170 of the American Songbag Stay-at-Home Series
Sandburg writes: These verses, from the Edwin Ford Piper collection of pioneer songs at the University of Iowa go to a melody based on Maryland, My Maryland, which in turn is based on the German song, O Tannenbaum, which in turn derived from an old Italian melody, Vittoria. The phrase out of sight in the late 1880s was slang indicating excellence or superfine quality. Homesteaders in the Nebraska sand hills sang this at old settlers’ picnics, at reunions, and political gatherings.
Song collector Louise Pound, American Ballads and Songs (1922) reports, Moses P. Kinkaid was congressman of the sixth congressional distict [of Nebraska], 1903-1919. He was the introducer of a bill for 640-acre homesteads known as the Kinkaid Homestead Law. Also known as the Kinkaid Home Act, and passed in 1904, the Act applied originally only to unsettled areas of Nebraska, and granted the land in return for five years residence and $800 in improvement. It was extended in 1909. Given that the song was collected while Kincaid (the correct spelling, according to Norm Cohen, American Folk Songs: A Regional Encyclopedia) was still in office, one wonders if this might not be a campaign song. (Robert B. Waltz in the Traditional Ballad Index.) The Kinkaiders](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/aUXPdIEz-p8/mqdefault.jpg)

![When the Chariot Comes
Day 232 of the American Songbag Stay-at-Home Series
Sandburg writes: An old-time black spiritual When the Chariot Comes [about the Rapture] was made by mountaineers into Shell Be Comin Round the Mountain, and the song spread to railroad work gangs in the midwest in the 1890s.
James J. Fuld, The Book of World-Famous Music reports that substantially this melody was in print in 1899 in Old Plantation Hymns, but the text was When the Chariot Comes. Fuld assumes the Round the Mountain lyrics are more recent (he knows of no printing before Sandburg). When the Chariot Comes](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/aeM1zO10Se4/mqdefault.jpg)
![Driving Saw Logs on the Plover
Day 248 of the American Songbag Stay-at-Home Series
Winter was the big time for work in the logging camps. The logs cut during winter were floated to the saw mills as the frozen rivers loosened up for the drive in the spring. Boys needed on the farms in summer and fall took a turn at logging in the winter. So there was plenty of argument on whether a farm hand or a shanty-boy had the better of it, in pay and cash or in favor with the girls. . . .
In M. C. Deans collection The Flying Cloud is an old song I Love My Sailor Boy, [ed. note: I can find no tune for this song, so it goes unrecorded at this time.] with a mothers advice and a daughters scorn in two verses:
Then wed a steady farmers son that whistles at the plow,
And then you will have time enough to tend both sheep and cows.
But your sailor hell carouse and drink whenever he comes on shore,
And when his money is spent and gone, hell sail the seas for more.
A fig for all your farmers sons! Such lovers I disdain.
There is not one among them dare face the raging main.
And when the winds are howling and the billows are white as snow,
Ill venture my life with the lad that dare go where stormy winds do blow.
The text and tune here were notated by Franz Rickaby from W. N. Allen of Wausau, Wisconsin. Allen composed the verses in 1873, using the tune of an old song about a mothers words to her son as he went away to the Crimean War. Driving Saw Logs on the Plover](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/afZexqeebDU/mqdefault.jpg)
