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Claud Allen
6. High up on yonders lonely mountain Claud Allen sleeps beneath the clay.
No more we'll hear his words for mercy, Nor see his face till Judgment Day.
7.  Come, all young men, you may take warning: Be careful how you go astray;
Or you might be like poor Claud Allen And have that awful debt to pay.
Obtained from Miss Rachel Tucker, Varnell, Georgia, December 10, 1930.
1.  Claud Allen and his dear old father Met their fatal doom at last.
Friends are glad their troubles are over; Hope their souls in heaven at last.
2.  Claud was young, fair and handsome, And he hoped unto the end
That he may in some way or other Shun his death at the rich man's pen.
3. But the governor, being so hard hearted, Cares not what his friends may say. They finally took his sweet life from him; In the cold ground Claud now lays.
4.  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.
5.  Claud, he had a pretty sweetheart; Lost one gone, she dearly loves;
She hopes to meet him over the river, His fair young face in heaven above.
6.  Come, all of you young people, Take warning to what I say;
Or you may be like poor Claud Allen: Have this awful deed to pay.
7. Way up on that old, high mountain, Claud all lays beneath the clay.
We no more hear his words of mercy, Or see his face till the Judgment Day.

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