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9. Frankie reached down in her pocket, And pulled that forty-four out, And shot little Albert through that suit of clothes People been a-talking about: "He's my man but he won't be long."
10. "Turn me over, Frankie, Turn me over slow, Turn me on my right side; My heart will overflow;
I'm your man and I have done you wrong."
11. Frankie looked down on Broadway As far as she could see,
Two little children just a-crying and singing, "Nearer, My God, to Thee" — Seems so sad little Albert is dead.
12. They took little Frankie to the courthouse; They sat her in a big arm chair;
She was listening for the judge to say: "We will give her ninety-nine year, She killed her man in the first degree."
13. But the judge, he said to the jury: "Jury, I can't see
When she shot the man she loved;
I think she ought to go free,
For a gambling man won't treat you right."
14. Frankie walked out on the scaffold As brave as she could be: "When I shot the man I loved,
I murdered in the first degree; He is my man and 1 loved him so."
15. Now little Albert is buried And Frankie is by his side;
Had it cut on the head and foot tomb-stones:
"The gambler and his bride,
The gambling man and his bride." |
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