Title
Charles Guiteau, Sheet Music 01
Description
One leaf with preprinted staff lines handwritten in blue ink on the front side. The document is in excellent physical condition. The document was removed from a bound volume. The document was laminated. There is a paper clip rust stain at the upper left corner. There is a handwritten check mark at the lower right corner.
Subject
Ballads -- United States Guiteau, Charles Julius, 1841-1882 -- Songs and music Garfield, James A. (James Abram), 1831-1881 -- Assassination -- Songs and music Presidents -- Assassination -- United States -- Songs and music Capital punishment -- Songs and music
Alternative Title
The Murder of James A. Garfield. Charles Gettau. Charles Guitar. James A. Garfield
Creator
Charles Julius Guiteau, 1841-1882 [unconfirmed]]
Publisher
W. L. Eury Appalachian Collection, Appalachian State University
Rights
The images and audio files contained in the "So Mote It Ever Be: The Folksong Heritage of North Carolina's Northern Blue Ridge Mountains" collection are available for free personal, non-commercial, and educational use, provided that proper citation is used (e.g. I. G. Greer/W. Amos Abrams Manuscript Files Series, Folksong Files Subseries. W. L. Eury Appalachian Collection. Special Collections. Appalachian State University, Boone, NC). Any commercial use of the materials without the written permission of Appalachian State University is strictly prohibited. Please contact the Appalachian State University W. L. Eury Appalachian Collection with specific questions or with requests for further information.
Language
Musical notation, English
English
Transcription
Charles Giteau.
I went to James A. Garfield, he took me to be his friend. I shot a bullet
in him which caused his fatal end. 'Twas at the big depot I
thought I'd make my 'scape, but providence bein 'gainst me I found I was too late.
Cho.
My name is Charles Giteau, My name I'll never deny, 'though I
leave my ancient parents in sorrow for to die, But
little did they think I, while in my youthful bloom, would be
taken to the scaffold to meet my fatal doom.
