I went to James A. Garfield
He took me to be his friend.
I shot a bullet in him
Which caused his fatal end.
'Twas at the big depot
I thought I'd make my escape
But providence being against me
I found I was too late.
Cho
My name is Charles Giteau
My name I'll never deny
Though I leave my aged parents
In sorrow for to die
--But little did they think I
While in my youthful bloom
Would be taken to the scaffold
To meet my fatal doom.
I tried to play off insane
But I found it would not do
The people all being against me
They proved it was untrue.
xJudgex The judge he passed the sentence
The clerk he wrote it down
On the thirtieth day of June,
I must meet my fatal doom
----
My sister came to see me
To bid me a last xadx good bye
She threw her arms around me;
Dear brother you must die
For the murder of J. A. G. -
The law you must abide
On the 30th day of June
You xmustx meet your fatal doom.
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