Charles Guiteau

	  		

verse 1 

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Come all you tender Christians 
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Wherever you may be 

And likewise pay attention 
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To these few lines from me. 

I was down at the depot 
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To make my getaway 

And Providence being against me, 
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It proved to be too late. 

verse 2 

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I tried to play off insane 
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But found it would not do; 

The people all against me, 
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It proved to make no show. 

Judge Cox he passed the sentence, 
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The clerk he wrote it down, 

On the thirtieth day of June 
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To die I was condemned. 

verse 3 

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My name is Charles Guiteau, 
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My name I'll never deny, 

To leave my aged parents 
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To sorrow and to die. 

But little did I think 
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While in my youthful bloom 

I'd be carried to the scaffold 
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To meet my fatal doom. 

verse 4 

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My sister came in prison 
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To bid her last farewell. 

She threw her arms around me; 
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She wept most bitterly. 

She said, "My loving brother, 
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Today you must die 

For the murder of James A. Garfield 
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Upon the scaffold high." 

Verse 5
 
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And now I mount the scaffold 
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To bid you all adieu, 

The hangman now is waiting, 
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It's a quarter after two. 

The black cap is o'er my face, 
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No longer can I see, 

But when I'm dead and buried, 
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Dear Lord, remember me.