Come all you tender Christians, wherever you may be And likewise pay attention to these few words from me I was down at the depot to make my getaway When Providence turned against me, it proved to be too late 
Chorus My name is Charles Guiteau, my name I’ll never deny To leave my aged parents to sorrow and to die But little did I think, while in my youthful bloom I’d be carried to the scaffold to meet my fatal doom 
I tried to play off insane, but found it would not do The people all against me, it proved to make no show Judge Cox he passed the sentence, the clerk he wrote it down On the thirtieth day of June, they’ll put me underground 
My sister came in prison to bid her last farewell She threw her arms around me, she wept most bitterly She said, My loving brother, today you must die For the murder of James A. Garfield, upon the scaffold high 
I’m standing on this platform to bid you all adieu The hangman’s noose is a-waiting, it’s a quarter after two The black cap is on my face, no longer can I see And when I’m dead and buried, dear Lord, remember me 
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