Hey Mrs. Collins, ain't it hard
To see young Louis in that old graveyard
Angels laid him away

Mrs. Collins weeped, Mrs. Collins moaned
What made her son Louis leave his home
The angels laid him away
Angels laid him away
Laid him six feet under the clay
The angels laid him away

Bob shot once and Louis shot too
Shot poor Collins, shot him through and through
The angels laid him away

When they heard old Louis was dead
All the womenfolk they dressed in red
The angels laid him away
Angels laid him away
Laid him six feet under the clay
The angels laid him away

Angels laid him away
Laid him six feet under the clay
The angels laid him away
The angels laid him away