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“O Come All Ye Soldiers”

Happy holidays to all the Booth buffs and Lincoln lovers,

This is Kate, shaking up the annual Thursday ritual. In lieu of a Grave Thursday post I decided to try my luck at writing a Boothie Carol like Dave did yesterday. My song is a revised version of, “O Come All Ye Faithful”. I hope you all enjoy it!

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“O Come All Ye Soldiers”
As sung to, “O Come All Ye Faithful”

O come all ye soldiers,
Spurred and mounted fiercely,
O come ye, o come ye to Locust Hill.

Come and avenge him,
Slay the foolish rebels;

O come let us surround them,
O come let us arrest them,
O come let us avenge him,
For Abraham.

O ride band of brothers,
Ride in exultation,
O ride all ye cavalrymen to Garrett’s barn.
Say to the traitors, you shall not escape us;

O come, give up yourselves now,
O come, do not delay now,
O come, fire the barn now,
For Abraham.

Hail! Death we greet thee,
Come this early morning,
O Boston! for evermore be thy name adored.
Mount toward the river, soon in sight appearing;

O come bring one who’s broken,
O come bring one in shackles,
O come and raise Old Glory,
For Abraham.

Until next time,
-Kate

Former Boothie Carols can be read here:
“It’s the Most Wonderful Time of the Play” / It’s the Most Wonderful Time of the Year
“We Bruti” / We, Three Kings of Orient Are
“Wilkes Booth the Head Conspirator” / Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer
“Lewis Powell is Coming For You” / Santa Claus is Coming to Town
“Little Doctor Mudd” / Little Drummer Boy
“Boothie Wonderland” / Winter Wonderland
“Thomas Jones” / Silver Bells

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A “Thomas Jones” Carol

With the holidays almost here, it’s time for another installment of Boothie Christmas caroling where we revise a classic Christmas Carol into a Lincoln assassination themed Boothie Carol. Today’s song is a revised version of, “Silver Bells”. I hope you all enjoy it in the humorous manner in which it is intended.

Thomas Jones Christmas Carol

“Thomas Jones”

As sung to, “Silver Bells”

Easter morning, without warning,
Sam Cox comes down my street.
In the air there’s a feeling of danger.
I start going, without knowing
Why his dad wants to meet,
But I get to Rich Hill and I hear:

Thomas Jones, (Thomas Jones)
Thomas Jones, (Thomas Jones)
I’ve hidden Booth in the thicket
Lend a hand (Lend a hand).
Help this man (Help this man).
Make sure he gets river bound.

When I find him, Herold’s with him,
So I say to them both,
“We must wait for the troopers to leave here.”
He wants papers. I say, “Later.”
Then I give him my oath
No amount could cause me to betray

John Wilkes Booth, (John Wilkes Booth)
John Wilkes Booth, (John Wilkes Booth)
It’s not quite time to go boating.
Hunker down (Hunker down).
Don’t be found (Don’t be found).
Soon it will be rowing day!

Previous years’ Boothie Carols can be read here:
“It’s the Most Wonderful Time of the Play” / It’s the Most Wonderful Time of the Year
“We Bruti” / We, Three Kings of Orient Are
“Wilkes Booth the Head Conspirator” / Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer
“Lewis Powell is Coming For You” / Santa Claus is Coming to Town
“Little Doctor Mudd” / Little Drummer Boy
“Boothie Wonderland” / Winter Wonderland

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Boothie Wonderland

With the holidays upon us, it’s time once again for our annual tradition of revising a classic Christmas Carol into a Lincoln assassination themed Boothie Carol. This year’s song is a remixed version of the classic, “Winter Wonderland”. I hope you all enjoy it in the humorous manner in which it is intended.

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Boothie Wonderland

As sung to, “Winter Wonderland”

A gun shot rings, are you listenin’?
In the lane, an assassin’s blitzin’
A terrible sight,
He slips through the night.
Fleeing in a Boothie Wonderland.

Far away, is his young guide,
“Old King Lincoln, has now died.”
They reflect on his deeds,
While exhausting their steeds.
Fleeing in a Boothie Wonderland.

At Surratt House they can get some whiskey,
From a man who’s had too much, himself.

Then they’ll find a doc who’ll fix him for free,
And later say he was dressed like an elf.

Later on, they’ll get tired,
As they wait, without a fire.
They’ll be dirty and bleak,
Waiting almost a week,
To go Boating in a Boothie Wonderland.

In Port Conway, they will meet three draftees,
Of the cause that Booth hoped to revive.
They lead them to the Garretts’ who were quite pleased,
To aid Booth, a wounded soldier in disguise.

But they’re found, ain’t it thrillin’?
With smoke and fire, the barn is fillin’.
The guide will bail out,
His master will pout.
Shot in a Boothie Wonderland

Previous years’ Boothie Carols can be read here:
“It’s the Most Wonderful Time of the Play” / It’s the Most Wonderful Time of the Year
“We Bruti” / We, Three Kings of Orient Are
“Wilkes Booth the Head Conspirator” / Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer
“Lewis Powell is Coming For You” / Santa Claus is Coming to Town
“Little Doctor Mudd” / Little Drummer Boy

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Lewis Powell is Coming For You

Leading up to the holidays last year I posted three Christmas carols that I had rewritten to be Lincoln assassination themed. You can read them here, here, and here. Tonight, as many children are going to sleep and dreaming of a man in a red suit who will soon enter their house, I present one more carol about a different, less jolly man who entered a house on April 14th, 1865.

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Lewis Powell is Coming For You
As sung to, “Santa Claus is Coming to Town”

You better watch out.
You better not cry.
You better not pout.
I’m telling you why.
Lewis Powell is coming for you.

He’s made up his rounds,
He’s checked up on you.
He’s found all about,
Your injury, Sew.
Lewis Powell is coming for you.

He’ll wait ‘til you are sleeping.
He’ll say he has some meds.
He’ll follow Bell right up your stairs,
Then bash Fred in the head.

You better watch out.
You better not cry.
You better not pout.
I’m telling you why.
Lewis Powell is coming for you.

Then Lew will draw a dagger,
He’ll slash and hit your brace.
So you’ll survive another day,
With a scar upon your face.

So, you better watch out.
You better not cry.
You better not pout.
I’m telling you why.
Lewis Powell is coming for you!

On a serious note, thank you for your continual support and friendship. I hope all of your Christmases are merry and bright and that you have a blessed holiday season.

Sincerely,

Dave Taylor
BoothieBarn.com

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Wilkes Booth the Head Conspirator

Here’s Boothie caroling, Part 3.

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Wilkes Booth the Head Conspirator
As sung to, “Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer”

You know Powell and Spangler,
And Surratt and Herold.
Atzerodt and Mudd,
O’Laughlen and Arnold.
But do you recall,
The most famous conspirator of all?

Wilkes Booth the head conspirator,
Had a very shiny gun.
Rathbone – he never saw it,
So now Lincoln’s work is done.
All of the other conspirators,
Listened to everything he said.
They never questioned Wilkes Booth.
And that is why old Abe is dead.

Then one foggy April night
Conger came to say,
“Wilkes Booth with the barn so bright
Won’t you come out here tonight?”
Then Boston Corbett fired,
And he shouted out with glee,
“I shot the head conspirator,
Providence directed me!”

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Another Boothie Carol

It’s time for another dose of revised holiday cheer. Here’s another classic Christmas carol rewritten in the “Boothie” theme. Please remember that these songs are just meant as harmless fun, and not an endorsement of Booth and his actions.
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We, Bruti
As sung to, “We, Three Kings of Orient Are”

We Bruti, of vengeance we are.
Recompense we seek for our scars.
This oppression through suppression,
Masking as stars and bars.

O, Lincoln, Seward, Johnson too
Tyrants all, destructive crew.
Guns and daggers, cease their swagger.
Guide us on our deadly coup.

“Caesar falls from my noble plot.
I am scorned, but it matters not.
Chased and hunted, lamed and blunted,
I earn my own gun shot.”

O, Lincoln, Seward, Johnson too
Tyrants all, destructive crew.
Guns and daggers, cease their swagger.
Guide us on our deadly coup.

“With my knife, I burst in his room.
With his blood, I paint it with gloom.
He survived me, then they tried me.
Now I await my tomb.”

O, Lincoln, Seward, Johnson too
Tyrants all, destructive crew.
Guns and daggers, cease their swagger.
Guide us on our deadly coup.

“With my task, I could not commit.
Pawned my gun, from D.C. I split.
Found with Richter, bound and pictured,
Still the same fate I get.”

O, Lincoln, Seward, Johnson too
Tyrants all, destructive crew.
Guns and daggers, cease their swagger.
Guide us on our deadly coup.

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A Boothie Carol

During this holiday month, I am hoping to post a few of my “Boothie” Carols.  I hope you enjoy these revised Christmas carols as the harmless bit of humor that they were intended to be.

This first one is called, “It’s the Most Wonderful Time of the Play”.  I’ve embedded a YouTube video of the original song in case you feel like singing along with the new lyrics. 🙂

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It’s the Most Wonderful Time of the Play

As sung to, “It’s the Most Wonderful Time of the Year”

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It’s the most wonderful time of the play.

With the stage almost empty,

And laughter a plenty,

Plus I’ve barred the way.

It’s the most wonderful time of the play.

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It’s the slap-happiest whimsy of all.

When their foreign born cousin,

A bane there in London,

Let’s loose his guffaw.

It’s the slap-happiest whimsy of all.

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There’ll be noise for suppressing,

The sound of my threshing,

In case someone puts up a fight.

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There’ll be shock and confusion,

A sense of delusion,

As Lincoln goes out like a light.

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It’s the most wonderful time of the play.

There’ll be much adoration,

As I save the nation,

A tyrant, I slay.

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It’s the most wonderful time.

Yes, the most wonderful time.

Oh the most wonderful time,

Of the play!

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