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Ms. Collins weeped, Mrs. Collins is 'moan[in’]
To see her son Louis leavin' home
Angels laid him away
Angels laid him away
They laid him six feet under the clay
Angels laid him away
Bob shot once, and Louis shot two
Shot poor Collins, shot him through and through
The angels laid him away
Angels laid him away
They laid him six feet under the clay
Angels laid him away
Kind friends, oh 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
When they heard that Louis was dead
All the people they dressed in red
The angels laid him away
Angels laid him away
They laid him six feet under the clay
Angels laid him away