Lincoln's Funeral Train (The Sad Journey To Springfield)

On the twenty-first of April, 1865
Three thirty-one left Washington for Lincoln's last train ride
Cannons boomed, bonfires burned, the evergreens wore crepe
Three thirty-one in the morning sun did her sad journey make
See that train a-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 martyred man shot down by a traitor
Now toll the bell and bid farewell to the great emancipator
On the locomotive front his picture adorning
In the oil lamp's gleaming yellow light, rumbling on till morning
The engine Nashville No. 15 with her black flags flying
Ran from Cleveland to Springfield past the mourners crying
See that train a-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 martyred 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 all little good
Fell by the bullet of John Wilkes Booth as the battle died away
His guiding spirit to reconcile by absence brought dismay
See that train a-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 martyred man shot down by a traitor
Now toll the bell and bid farewell to the great emancipator
Now toll the bell and bid farewell
To the great emancipator