Malcolm's right - my copy is the 1959 version, which I got from John at the time. So only another 74 copies. I'll look after it more carefully.

It's largely Burl Ives type standards, but there are some less familiar ones. Here's one I've never come across elsewhere - it might be one of John's?:

Hollands Gin
This city hold ten thousand souls
Not one my lasting friend
Five thousand women, so I'm told,
Not one to hold my hand.

I roamed around the City Streets
To seek myself a lass,
They all received me with a frown
So now I'm for a glass.

The only truelove that I have
Lives at the wayside Inn,
She wears an evening dress of glass,
Her name is Hollands Gin

And when they go to bury me
I'll still be of good cheer,
Tho' on my gravestone be the words:
"He cannot drink down here."

Here is a rather blurry page from the the back of the book which gives the tune for this (Among others.)