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

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

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