Claude Allen

歌詞

Claude Allen, he and his dear old father Have met their fatal doom at last Their friends are glad their troubles' ended And hope their souls are now at rest Poor Claude was young and very handsome He still had hopes until the end That he might, in some way or other Escape his death at the Richmond pen But the governor being so hard-hearted Not caring what his friends might say He finally took his sweet life from him In the cold ground his body lay Claude's mother's tears were gently flowing All for the one she loved so dear It seemed no one could tell her troubles It seemed no one could tell but her Poor Claude, he had a pretty sweetheart She mourns the loss of the one she loved She hopes to meet beyond the river A fair young face in heaven above High up on yonder's lonely mountain Claude Allen lays beneath the clay No more we'll hear his words of mercy Or see his face 'til judgement day Now all young men, from this take warning Be careful how you go astray Or you might be like poor Claude Allen And have this awful debt to pay