Mrs. Collins weeps, Mrs. Collins moans
To see her son Louis leaving home
Angels laid him away

Angels laid him away
They laid him six feet under the clay
Angels laid him away

Bob shot one and Louis shot two
Shot poor Collins, shot him through and through
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
Angels laid him away

Angels laid him away
They laid him six feet under the clay
Angels laid him away

Collins' friends cried, oh, it did hurt
To see poor Louis in that new graveyard
Angels laid him away

Angels laid him away
They laid him six feet under the clay
Angels laid him away
Angels laid him away
They laid him six feet under the clay
Angels laid him away