WHEN DUTCHY PLAYS THE MOUTH HARP by Robert V. Carr 1872-1931

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WHEN DUTCHY PLAYS THE MOUTH HARP
by Robert V. Carr 1872-1931

When Dutchy plays th’ mouth harp,
All th’ fellers gather ’round,
An’ help on with th’ music,
By a-stompin’ on th’ ground;
An’ th’ cook he cuts a shuffle,
An’ the night hawk pats his hand,
When Dutchy plays th’ mouth harp,
In a way to beat th’ band.

When Dutchy plays th’ mouth harp,
An’ we’ve cached our chuck away,
An’ a-feelin’ mighty foxy
An’ a feelin’ mighty gay,
There’s nothin’ we like better
Than to lend a pattin’ hand,
When Dutchy plays th’ mouth harp,
In a way to beat th’ band.

When Dutchy plays th’ mouth harp—
Plays a cake walk mighty fine—
‘Tis then us ole cowpunchers
Come a-steppin’ down th’ line;
Around th’ fire shuffilin’
An’ a-pattin’ of th’ hand,
When Dutchy plays th’ mouth harp,
In a way to beat th’ band.

by Robert V. Carr

Robert V. Carr wrote poetry and short fiction that was frequently published in Western magazines. His early years were spent in South Dakota. He was a part of Seth Bullock’s Cowboy Brigade and the “official poet” for the band of cowboys who were invited to President Theodore Roosevelt’s 1905 inaugural parade.

A 1913 article quotes him, “I believe I was about 14 years old when, in addition to an overpowering ambition to be a cowboy, I began to cherish fond hopes of becoming a writer. Possessing a couple of Indian ponies, I drifted from ranch to ranch, from cow outfit to cow outfit, and when I was not annoying the cooks, I was scribbling poetry. Some of those verses I sent to a country editor. He returned them with a note to the effect that they were not worth space. Years later that editor transgressed the law and was sent to jail. That served as an awful warning to me, and later, when I became a country newspaper editor, I always published the poetry sent in.”

Find more at CowboyPoetry.com.

Gary Allegretto gives new life to this old poem, in a great arrangement in the excellent new release, Blues on the Trail.

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Pure entertainment, the album is a gift to the Western music, raising the bar high for quality and professionalism. Drawing on the deep roots of the blues and cowboy music, the traditional and original tunes shine with originality and impressive talent.

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This poem and photograph are in the public domain.