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Thread #27479   Message #337399
Posted By: Doctor John
09-Nov-00 - 05:47 PM
Thread Name: Lyr Req: John Wilkes Booth
Here goes. V1 above. This is more or less correct: I've never seen it printed. Sorry don't know chords: I've only heared it without accompaniment.


The war it was all over, the people happy now,
And Abraham Lincoln arose, arose to take his bow.
The people cheered him wildly, rising from their seats,
While Lincoln waving of his hand, he calmly takes his seat.

And as he sees the play go on, his thoughts are running deep.
His darling wife close by his side has fallen fast asleep.
From the box there hangs a flag; it's not the Stars and Bars.
The flag that holds within its folds bright gleaming stripes and stars.

John Wilkes Booth moves down the aisle he measured once before.
He passes Lincoln's bodyguard a-nodding at the door.
He carries a dagger in his right hand, a pistol in his left.
He shoots poor Lincoln in the temple and sends his soul to rest.

His wife awakes from slumber and screams in her rage.
Booth jumps over the railings and lands him on the stage.
He'll rue the day, he'll rue the hour as God him life shall give.
As Booth stood in that center stage crying, "Tyrants shall not live".

The people all around him then cried, "Everyone, a hand!"
The people all near cried, "For God's sake, save that man!"
As Booth runs back with boots and spurs along that backstage floor
And mounts that trusty clay back (?) mare all saddled at the door.

John Wilkes Booth in his last play all dressed in broadcloth deep,
He gallops down that alleyway; I hear those horses' feet.
Poor Lincoln he was heard to say when all had gone to rest,
"Of all the actors in this town, I loved Booth the best!"

Dr. John