Dear mama, don't be weary, dear Papa, don't be sad,

voiceSung by Mrs. W. M. Klinger DeValls Bluff, Arkansas June 9, 1954 Reel 190 Item 7 The Death Of Floyd Collins Come listen all you people, a story I will tell, The fate of Floyd Collins, a lad we all knew well, His face was fair and handsome, his heart was true and brave, His body now lies sleepin', in a lonely sandstone cave. Refrain: Dear mama, don't be weary, dear Papa, don't be sad, I'll tell you all my trouble, in an awful dream I had, I dreamed I was a prisoner, my life I could not save, I cried, Oh must I perish, within this silent cave? But on the fatal morning, the sun rose in the sky, The workers they were busy, we'll save him by and by, But, oh how sad the ending, his life they could not save, His body now lies sleeping, in a lonely sandstone cave. Refrain: Now people, all take warning, of Floyd Collins fate, And get right with your Maker, before it is too late, It may not be a sandcave in which we find our doom, But at the bars of Judgment, we too, shall find our doom. Coll. by Mary Jo Davis For M. C. ParlerFunding for digitization provided by the Arkansas Humanities Council and the Happy Hollow Foundation