Come all you tender Christians, wherever you may be,
And likewise pay attention from 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.
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."
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.