Louis Collins

Mrs. Collins weeped, Mrs. Collins moaned,
 to see her son Louis leavin' home
 The angels laid him away
 The angels laid him away,
 they laid him six feet under the clay
 The angels laid him away
 Mrs. Collins weeped, Mrs. Collins moaned,
 to see her son Louis leavin' home
 The angels laid him away
 Oh, Bob shot once and Louis shot too,
 shot poor Collins, shot him through and through
 The angels laid him away
 Oh, kind friends, oh, ain't it hard?,
 to see poor Louis in a new graveyard
 The angels laid him away
 The angels laid him away,
 they laid him six feet under the clay
 The angels laid him away
 Oh, when they heard that Louis was dead
 all the people they dressed in red
 The angels laid him away
 The angels laid him away,
 they laid him six feet under the clay
 The angels laid him away
 Mrs. Collins weeped, Mrs. Collins moaned,
 to see her son Louis leavin' home
 The angels laid him away
 The angels laid him away,
 they laid him six feet under the clay
 The angels laid him away