THE DEATH OF FLOYD COLLINS
(FLOYD COLLINS)
Sung by: Mary (Mrs. Cecil) Ginger
Recorded in Pine Bluff, AR

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Oh, come all ye young people
And listen while I tell
The death of Floyd Collins,
A lad we all knew well.
His face was fair and handsome;
His heart was true and brave,
But now he lies a-sleeping
In a lonely sandstone cave.

Oh, mothers, don't be weary,
And fathers, don't be sad,
And I'll tell you all of my trouble,
And an awful dream I had.
I dreamed I was a prisoner.
My life I could not save,
But now he lies a-sleeping
In a lonely sandstone cave.

Also found in Brown, Vol. II, #212, "Floyd Collins."

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