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American Ballads and Folk Songs
"Turn me over, Frankie,
Turn me over slow,
Turn me over easy on my left side
So my heart won't overflow
And kill me dead, and kill me dead."
Took po' Albert to the graveyard,
Stuck him in the ground,
Frankie, she was sirigin',
"I shot the sucker down—
He was my man, but he done me wrong."
The people says to Frankie,
"Little Frankie, why don't you run?
Yonder comes the Chief Police
With a smokeless 44 gun.
You killed your man, wouldn't treat you right."
"Well," says Miss Frankie,
"I don't care if I die,
Take and hang me to a telegraph pole,
Hang me good and high—
He was my man but he done me wrong."
Little Frankie went down Broadway
As far as she could see,
And all she could hear was a two-string bow,
Playing, "Nearer, My God, to Thee"—
All over the town, little Albert's dead.
Frankie went to Albert's mother,
Fell across her knees,
Said: "I'm sorry I killed your son,
Won't you excuse me, please?
He was my man, but he done me wrong."
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