| Hey Mrs. Collins, ain’t it hard
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| To see young Louis in that old graveyard
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| Angels laid him away
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| Mrs. Collins weeped, Mrs. Collins moaned
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| What made her son Louis leave his home
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| The angels laid him away
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| Angels laid him away
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| Laid him six feet under the clay
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| The angels laid him away
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| Bob shot once and Louis shot too
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| Shot poor Collins, shot him through and through
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| The angels laid him away
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| When they heard old Louis was dead
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| All the womenfolk they dressed in red
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| The angels laid him away
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| Angels laid him away
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| Laid him six feet under the clay
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| The angels laid him away
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| Angels laid him away
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| Laid him six feet under the clay
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| The angels laid him away
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| The angels laid him away |