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Frankie and Johnnie were lovers,

O, my Gawd, how they could love,

They swore to be true to each other,

As true as the stars above;

He was her man, but he done her wrong.

Frankie was a good woman,

As everybody knows,

Gave her man a hundred dollars,

Once upon a midnight chilling, as I held my feet unwilling

O'er a tub of scalding water, at a heat of ninety-four;

Nervously a toe in dipping, dripping, slipping, then out-skipping,

Suddenly there came a ripping whipping, at my chamber's door.

"'Tis the second-floor," I muttered, "flipping at my chamber's door--

Wants a light--and nothing more!"

Ah! distinctly I remember, it was in the chill November,