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American Ballads and Folk Songs
Took Frankie to the graveyard
And stuck her in the ground,
Now all that's left of Frankie is
A wooden cross and mound.
He was her man—both dead and gone
Two little pieces of crape,
Hangin* on the door,
Show that lovin' Albert
Ain't lovin' Albert no more.
Frankie shot her man, what was doin' her wrong,
IDA RED*
I went down town one day in a lopej Fool around till I stole a coat 5 Den I come back and done my bes', Fool around till I got de ves*. Oh, weep! Oh, my Ida! Fer over dat road Ise bound to go.
Dey carry me down to de jail-house do',
Where I never had been befo'.
The jailer come out wid a key in his han';
Say, "I jest got room fer one young man."
Oh, weep! Oh, my Ida!
Fer over dat road Ise bound to go.
Send little Ida down in town
To git somebody fer to go my boun',
But she come back wid a very sad tale,
"Cain't git nobody fer to go your bail."
Oh, weep! Oh, my Ida!
Fer over dat road Ise bound to go.
* From the Colorado River (Texas) bottoms-
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