Written by Traditional
Mrs. Collins weep Mrs. Collins mourn
to see her son Louis leave his home
Angels laid him away
Angels laid him away
They laid him six feet under the clay
Angels laid him away
Kind friends now ain’t it hard
To see poor Louis in a new graveyard
Angels laid him away
Angels laid him away
They laid him six feet under the clay
Angels laid him away
Bob shot one and Louis shot two
Shot poor Collins, shot him through and through
Angels laid him away
Angels laid him away
They laid him six feet under the clay
Angels laid him away
When they heard that Louis was dead
All the people they dressed in red,
Angels laid him away
Angels laid him away
They laid him six feet under the clay
Angels laid him away
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