Claude Allen and his dear old father
Have met their fatal doom at last.
Poor Claude was young but still very handsome
But still had hopes until the end
That he might end some way or other
And escape his death at rich man’s pend)?
But the governor being so hard hearted
Not caring what his friends might say.
He finally took his sweet life from him
And in the cold ground his body lay.
This young man had a pretty sweetheart
Who weeps and mourns for the one she loves,
She hopes to meet beyond God’s river
A fair young face of the heaven above.
Come all young men you must take xxxxxxx warning
Be careful how you go astray
Or you may be like poor Claude Allen
And have this awful debt to pay.
High up on yonder, on yond’s green mountain
Claude Allen sleeps beneath the clay
You’ll never more hear his voice of mercy
Or see his face ‘till the judgment day.
*Steve Church sang it for me - for
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