A version of this appears in the DT as ABE LINCOLN STOOD AT THE WHITE HOUSE GATE, but this has 4 more verses.

From Francis D. Allan, Allan’s Lone Star Ballads: A Collection of Southern Patriotic Songs, Made During Confederate Times (Galveston, TX: J. D. Sawyer, 1874), page 31:


WHERE ARE YOU GOING, ABE LINCOLN?
Air—Lord Lovell.

[1] Abe Lincoln, he stood at the White House gate,
Combing his milk-white steed;
Along came his lady, Lizzie Todd,
A wishing her lover good speed, speed, speed,
A wishing her lover good speed.

[2] “And where are you going, Abe Lincoln?” she said,
“And where are you going?” said she;
“I am going, my dear lady Lizzie Todd,
Old Richmond for to see, see, see,
Old Richmond for to see.”

[3] “And when will you be back, Abe Lincoln?” she said,
“And when’ll you be back,” said she;
“In sixty or ninety days, at most,
I’ll return to you, fair Lizzie, zie, zie,
I’ll return to you, fair Lizzie.”

[4] He hadn’t been gone more’n a week or two,
Fair Dixie land to see,
When back he came to the White House gate;
All tatter’d and torn was he, he, he,
All tatter’d and torn was he.

[5] “I’m out of breath,” Abe Lincoln, he said,
“I’m out of breath,” said he;
“The Rebels have killed my Old Scott horse,
And so I skedaddled, de, de, de,
And so I skedaddled, de.”

[6] “They tore my plaid and my long tail blue,
And my long tail blue,” said he;
“My McClellan horse, I think will do,
And I’ll ride him around,” said he, he, he,
“And I’ll ride him around,” said he.

[7] He hadn’t been gone more’n a month or two,
Old Richmond for to see,
When back he came to the White House gate,
His Lizzie Todd he must see, see, see,
His Lizzie Todd he must see.

[8] “How do you flourish, Abe Lincoln?” she said,
“How do you flourish?” said she;
“My coat I tore, down on the LEE shore
Of Chick-a-hom-i-ne, ne, ne,
Of Chick-a-hom-i-ne.”

[9] “You look so lank and lean,” she said,
“You look so lank,” said she;
“My horse fell over an OLD STONEWALL,
Down in the land of Dixie, ie, ie,
Down in the land of Dixie.”

[10] Then Abe Lincoln bestrode his Burnside horse,
But he dodged at the Rebel fire,
And threw the baboon heels over head,
And there he stuck in the mire, ire, ire,
And there he stuck in the mire.