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| | Charles Guiteau (Site not responding. Last check: 2007-10-23) |
 | | Charles Guiteau Come all you young people and listen unto me, And likewise pay attention to these few words I say. |
 | | She threw her arms around me and wept most bitter and well She says, "My darling brother, tomorrow you must die, For the murder of James A. Garfield, upon the scaffold high. |
 | | The hangman is awaiting, It's a quarter after three The fl cap's on my forehead, I can no longer see The fl cap's on my forehead, I can no longer see But when I'm dead and buried, Oh Lord remember me. Note: Charles Guiteau, a disappointed office-seeker, shot President James Garfield in 1881. |
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