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Charles Giteau
I went to James A. Garfield,
He took me to be his friend.
I shot a bullet in him
Which caused his fatal end.
'Twas at the big depot
I thought I'd make my `scape
But providence being against me
I found I was too late.
Chorus:
My name is Charles Giteau,
My name I'll never deny,
`Though I leave my ancient parents
In sorrow for to die,
But little did they think I,
While in my youthful bloom,
Would be taken to the scaffold
To meet my fatal doom.
I tried to play off insane,
I found it would not do.
The people all being against me,
They proved it was untrue.
The judge he passed the sentence,
The clerk he wrote it down.
On the thirtieth day of June,
I must meet my fatal doom.
My sister came to see me
To bid me a last goodbye.
She threw her eyes around me:
Dear brother, you must die
For the murder of James A. Garfield
The law you must abide.
On the thirtieth day of June
You must meet your fatal doom.
And now I am at the scaffold
To bid you all adieu.
The hangman now is waiting,
It's a quarter after two.
The black is over my face,
No longer can I see,
But when I am dead and buried
Dear Lord, remember me.
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