Lincoln's Funeral Train

On the 21st of April
 18 and 65
 331 left Washington
 For Lincoln's last train ride
 Cannons boom, the bonfires burn
 The evergreens were grey
 331 in the morning sun
 The hearse that journey made
 See that train coming, boys
 Rolling down the main
 Draped in black, she won't be back
 It's Lincoln's funeral train
 With the portrait of a modern man
 Shot down by a traitor
 Now toll the bell and bid farewell
 To the great emancipator
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 Crowds jammed the streets for a final look
 At the great man who had stood
 At the country's helm through the bitter war
 That seemed us little good
 But held by the bullet of John Wilkes Booth
 As the banner died away
 His guiding spirit to reconcile
 By abscence brought dismay
 See that train coming, boys
 Rolling down the main
 Draped in black, she won't be back
 It's Lincoln's funeral train
 With the portrait of a modern man
 Shot down by a traitor
 Now toll the bell and bid farewell
 To the great emancipator
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 See that train coming, boys
 Rolling down the main
 Draped in black, she won't be back
 It's Lincoln's funeral train
 With the portrait of a modern man
 Shot down by a traitor
 Just toll the bell and bid farewell
 To the great emancipator
 Now toll the bell and bid farewell
 To the great emancipator