Oh, Abraham Lincoln, carried across Ninth Street
Oh, Abraham Lincoln, carried across Ninth Street
The assassin, the coward, shot him in the head
The assassin, the serpent, stuck him then he fled
Oh, many, many, many, people gather to hear the word
Oh, many, many, many, people tremble at what they’ve heard
Snickering drunkards from cover of dark
Treachery’s their master. Murder is their art
From the temple grips his chair
Watch the people climb the stairs
Watch the leaves grow then fall
Blow across the empty mall
Oh, Abraham Lincoln, buried and in his grave
Oh, Abraham Lincoln, buried and in his grave
The assassin, the coward, no grave for you
The assassin, the actor, no applause for you
