Lincoln Lincoln
Lincoln, Lincoln
Lincoln, Lincoln he no stinkum
he was good man, yes siree.
He the one that set um free
makeum homes for you and me.
Him the one who wears black clothes
had tall hat and crooked nose.
He the tall and stately bird
people all around him heard,
as him giveum big address
at Gettysburg, him didum best.
Him was shot by John Wilkes Booth
oh, this man was quite uncouth.
Then they laid um Abe to rest
me thinks him the very best.
By: Marilyn Jennings
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