Hey Mrs. Collins ain't it hard See young Louis in that old graveyard The angels laid him away Mrs. Collins weep, Mrs. Collins moan 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 one, Louis shot two Shot poor Collins, shot him through and through The angels laid him away When they heard ol' 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