Delie, Delie, was a-goin' her last round, When ole coon came by An' shot her to the groun'. All I done had done gone.
Delie, Delie, why didn't yo' run, When yo' seen dat coon a-comin' Wid his forty-fo' caliber gun? All I done had done gone.
Rubber-tired cayage, rubber-tired hack Done took poor Delie to de bone yard, Ain't never brought her back. All I done had done gone.
Men in Atalanta tryin' to pass fo' white, Delie's in de bone yard Six foot out o' sight. All I done had done gone.
Men in Atalanta drinkin' out a silver cup, Delie's in de bone yard, Ain't never goin' to get up. All I done had done gone.
"Reported from Durham, NC, 1924, MS. of M. L. Hamlin, 'from memory of a song taught Frank Goodell of Spartenburg, SC, ... by an old Negro to whom he paid $1.00 to teach him to play the guitar. Learned probably between 1900 and 1904'." Newman L. White, "American Negro Folk Songs, 1925 (and reprints), Folklore Associates, p. 215-216. Connected to Frankie and Albert, but here the woman is shot by the man, instead of vice versa. The following fragment collected 1915-1916, MS. of E. L. Harper, heard in Alabama, "Sung by Negro to guitar." Also from Newman L. White, p. 216.
Delia! Delia! raise up your head, Try and take your medicine just like the doctor said. Poor gal, she gone! Poor gal, she gone!
In DT: Delia, Delia(2), Delia's Gone.
Also compare with "Lilly," thread 48696: Lilly Also has the line, "All I got's done gone." The woman shoots Pauly.