Louis Collins
Mrs collins weeped and Mrs collins she moaned
To see her son Louis leaving home
The angels had laid him away
Angels laid him away
They laid him six feet under the clay
The angels laid him away
Bob shot Louis and Louis shot too
Shot poor Collins
Shot him through and through
The angels laid him away
Oh kind friends, oh, ain't it hard
To see poor Louis in a new graveyard
The angels have laid him away
Angels laid him away
They laid him six feet under the clay
The angels laid him away
Oh, 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
The angels laid him away
Mrs collins weeped and Mrs collins she moaned
To see her son Louis leaving home
The angels had laid him away
Angels laid him away
They laid him six feet under the clay
The angels laid him away