Claud Allen
Claud Allen and his dear old brothers
Have met their fatal doom at last.
Their friends are glad their troubles over
And hope their souls are now at rest.
Poor Claud was young and very handsome,
And still had hopes unto the end
That he might in some way or other
Escape his death at Richmond Pen.
But the Governor, being so hard hearted ,
Not caring what his friends might say,
Finally took his sweet life from him,
And in the cold grave his body lay.
This young man had a pretty sweetheart
Who mourns the loss of the one she loves.
She hopes to meet beyond the river
That fair young face in Heaven above.
His mother's tears are gently falling
For the one now gone she loved so dear.
No one can tell her awful trouble;
It seems no one can tell but her.
It is sad indeed to think of killing
A man just in his youthful years;
To leave his dear old mother weeping
And all his friends in bitter tears.
To all young men, you must take warning.
Be careful how you go astray.
Or you will be like poor Claud Allen,
And have this awful debt to pay.
Poor Claud is gone, but we can't forget him.
He was loved by all the country 'round.
His health was as a rose of Summer,
But now lies cold beneath the ground.
High up on yonder's lonely mountain
Claud Allen sleeps beneath the clay.
We no more hear his words for mercy
Nor see his face till judgment day.
