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John Wilkes came to Washington,
An actor was he,
He at Ford's Theater,
And Lincoln to see.

It was in April,
Not weeks ago,
The people of this fair
All at the show.

The war it is all over,
The happy now,
And Lincoln arose,
Arose to make his

The people him wildly,
Arising to feet,
And Lincoln of his hand,
He calmly his seat.

And while he the play go on,
His thoughts are deep,
His wife, close by his side,
Has fast asleep.

From the box there a flag,
not the Stars and Bars,
The flag that holds its folds
Bright stripes and stars.

John Wilkes Booth he down the aisle,
He had once before,
He Lincoln's bodyguard
at the door.

He a dagger in his right hand,
A in his left,
He poor Lincoln in the temple,
And he sends his to rest.

The wife from slumber,
And in her rage,
Booth jumps over the
And him on the stage.

rue the day, he'll rue the hour,
As God him shall give,
Booth stood in that center stage,
Crying, "Tyrants not live!"

The all excited
Then everyone, "A hand!"
all the people near,
"For sake, save that man!"

Then Booth ran back with boot and
the backstage floor,
He mounts trusty clay bank mare,
All at the door.

John Booth, in his last play,
All in broadcloth deep,
He gallops the alleyway,
I hear those feet.

Lincoln then was heard to say,
And all has to rest,
"Of all the in this town,
I Booth the best."