Hey Mrs. Collins ain't it hard
See young Louis in that old graveyard
The angels laid him awayMrs. Collins weep, Mrs. Collins moan
What made her son Louis leave his home?
The angels laid him awayAngels laid him away
Laid him six feet under the clay
The angels laid him awayBob shot one, Louis shot two
Shot poor Collins, shot him through and through
The angels laid him awayWhen they heard ol' Louis was dead
All the womenfolk they dressed in red
The angels laid him awayAngels laid him away
Laid him six feet under the clay
The angels laid him awayAngels laid him away
Laid him six feet under the clay
The angels laid him away
The angels laid him away
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