Errata

The music below was inadvertently omitted from John Anthony Scott's "Folk Songs as Historical Literature for Young People," which appeared in "Informational Books for Children," Volume 6, 1982, pp. 54-63. The lyrics are again included with the music. The editors are sorry for the omission.

Colorado Trail

Colorado Trail*

Ride all the lonely night    Ride all the day,Keep those herds a-rollin' on,'    Rollin' on their way;Weep all ye little rains,    Wail, winds, wail;All along, along, along    The Colorado Trail.

Eyes like the morning star,    Cheeks like a rose,Laura was a pretty girl,    God Almighty knows;Weep all ye little rains,    Wail, winds, wail;All along, along, along    The Colorado Trail.

Ride through the stormy night,    Dark is the sky,Wish I'd stayed in Abilene,    Nice and warm and dry;Weep all ye little rains,    Wail, winds, wail;All along, along, along    The Colorado Trail.

Eyes like the morning star,    Cheeks like a rose,Laura was a pretty girl,    God Almighty knows;Weep all ye little rains,    Wail, winds, wail;All along, along, along    The Colorado Trail.

The Alabama

When the Alabama's keel was laid,    Roll, Alabama, roll,'Twas laid in the yard of Jonathan Laird,    O, roll, Alabama, roll.

'Twas laid in the yard of Jonathan Laird,    O, roll, Alabama, roll,'Twas laid in the town of Birkenhead,    O, roll, Alabama, roll.

Down the Mersey ways she rolled then,    Roll, Alabama, roll,Liverpool fitted her with guns and men,    O, roll, Alabama, roll.

From the western isles she sailed forth,    Roll, Alabama, roll,To destroy the commerce of the North,    O, roll, Alabama, roll.

To Cherbourg Port she said one day,    Roll, Alabama, roll,To take her count of prize monnay,    O, roll, Alabama, roll.

Many a sailor lad he saw his doom,    Roll, Alabama, roll,When the Key R. Sargeant hove in view,    O, roll, Alabama, roll.

Till a ball from the forward pivot that day,    Roll, Alabama, roll,Shot the Alabama's stern away,    O, roll, Alabama, roll.

Off the three-mile limit in '65,    Roll, Alabama, roll,The Alabama went to her grave,    O, roll, Alabama, roll.

No More, My Lord*

Refrain; No more, my Lord, no more, my Lord,    Lord, I'll never turn back no more.

    I found in Him    A resting place,    And He have made    Me glad.

    Jesus the man    I am looking for,    Can you tell me    Where He's gone?

    Go down, go down    Among floweryard    And perhaps you may find,    Find Him there.

The Lowlands of Holland

The love that I have chosen    I'll therewith be content,The salt sea shall be frozen    Before I do repent;Repent it shall I never    Until the day I die,And the raging sea and the stormy winds    Have parted my love and me.

My love lies in the salt sea    And I am on the side,Enough to break a young thing's heart    Who lately was a bride;Who lately was a bonny bride    With pleasure in her eye,But the raging sea and the stormy winds    Having parted my love and me.

My love he built a gallant ship,    A ship of noted fame,With four and twenty seamen bold    To box her about the main;To box her about the main, my boys,    Without a fear or doubt,'Twas then my love and his gallant ship    Were sorely tossed about.

"Oh daughter, dearest daughter,    What makes you so lament,Is there never a man in all our town    Can give your heart content?""There is no lad in all our town,    No lord nor duke for me,I never never had but one true love,    And he was drowned at sea."

"There shall no mantle cross my back,    Nor comb go in my hair,Neither shall coal nor candlelight    Shine in my bower more.Nor shall I choose another love    Until the day I die,For I never never had but...