Ralph McTell — Louis Collins

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 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