Louis Collins Ralph McTell

Mrs. Collins weeped and Mrs. Collins she moaned
To see her son Louis leaving home
The angels had laid him away

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

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

Oh kind friends, oh, ain't it hard
To see poor Louis in a new graveyard
The angels have laid him away

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

Oh, when they heard that Louis was dead
All the people they dressed in red
The angels laid him away

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