Charles Giteau

Come all you tender Christians

Wherever you may be

And likewise pay attention

To these few lines from me.

I was down at the depot

To make my getaway

And Providence being against me,

It proved to be too late.

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

To die I was condemned.

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.

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."

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.

And now I mount the scaffold

To bid you all adieu,

The hangman now is waiting,

It's a quarter after two.

The black cap is o'er my face,

No longer can I see,

But when I'm dead and buried,

Dear Lord, remember me.

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.