Abraham Lincoln Page #6

wouldn't point forward and couldn't go backward.

I don't know what

they're going to do with me,

but whatever they do do

and wherever they put me,

I hope it's outa

the reach of that jackass.

I'm a real hoss, I am,

and I get kinda riley with them critters.

They say I don't know

the manners of good society too,

but I guess I know enough

to turn that old gal inside out,

the sock-dollaging old mantrap.

But I dare no more kill her

than I dare ask Queen Victoria

to dance a Cape Cod reel.

Sic semper tyrannis!

Mr. Lincoln,

Mr. Lincoln has been shot!

Get a doctor!

Somebody get a doctor!

Glory, glory Hallelujah!-

Glory, glory Hallelujah!-

Glory, glory Hallelujah!-

His soul is marching on!-

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