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Raised up in Kentucky, in a cabin cold and bare
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Readin by the fireside, he got his learning there
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Earned his keep by splittin logs, he grew so lean and strong
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He could fight against a bully
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Or could right a mighty wrong
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Young Abe Lincoln, loved all the people
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Oh! What a wond'rous man was he
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What a plain, what a humble man was he
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Then he went to Springfield, started practicin the law
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Folks began to know his name, from Maine to Arkansas
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But when the people called him into politics, he went
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Cause he had a date with destiny to be the president
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When he was elected, o'er his country to preside
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Rich or poor, to ev'ryone, his door was open wide
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And when he felt the sorrow of a nation in distress
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Whe he said will live forever in the Gettysburg Address
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Then, on dark and fateful night, that hist'ry wil recall
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He went to the theater in his silk hat and his shawl
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There a shot was fired by a scoundrel known as Booth
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and Abe Lincoln died, because he stood for liberty and truth
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Young Abe Lincoln, loved all the people
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Oh! What a wond'rous man was he
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Gave his life, so that people could be free
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Down in Washington, there stands a monument today
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People come to honor him from near and far away
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And though it's nigh a century, that he's been dead and gone
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His truth goes marching on
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Young Abe Lincoln
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| Don Cornell |
