White House Blues

Czolgosz, mean man,
He shot McKinley with his handkerchief on his hand,
In Buffalo.

Czolgosz, you done him wrong,
You shot McKinley when he was walking along,
In Buffalo, in Buffalo.

The pistol fires, then McKinley falls,
And the doctor says, "McKinley, can't find the ball."
In Buffalo, in Buffalo.

They sent for the doctor, the doctor come,
He come in a trot, and he come in a run,
To Buffalo, to Buffalo.

Forty-four boxes trimmed in lace,
Take him back to the baggage, boys, where we can't see his face,
In Buffalo, in Buffalo.

The engine whistled down the line,
Blowing every station, McKinley was a-dying,
In Buffalo, in Buffalo.

Seventeen coaches all trimmed in black
Took McKinley to the graveyard, but never brought him back,
To Buffalo, to Buffalo.

--Anonymous

On September 6, 1901, Leon Czolgosz, a deranged anarchist, fatally
shot President William McKinley while he was attending the Pan Ameri-
can Exposition in Buffalo, New York. McKinley died September 14th.