[Must learn to type...]

"Oh, bring on your rubber-tired hearses,
Bring on your rubber-tired hacks,
Carry my Johnny to the burying ground,
And don't never bring him back.
He was my man,
But he done me wrong.

"Bring on your big fat policemen
In their uniforms of blue and gray.
Lock me up in the jail house,
And throw the key away."    [Refrain missing again, presumably to save space

Frankie she was a good girlie,
As everybody knows,
So the judge and the jury,
They had to let poor Frankie go.   [Ditto

Now Frankie works down in a sweatshop,
Underneath a 'lectric fan.
She says to the girlies all gathered round,
"Never trust your man.
He'll do you wrong,
He's bound to do you wrong."


The contributor, a certain Frank Roule, wrote, "I first introduced this song in the eastern states in the fall of 1915. I had two versions, the drawing-room and the billiard room. Occasionally I would sing the billiard room version (which is the original) in the drawing-room after 1 o'clock at night, after everybody had a snootful of gin or was flushed with wine, according to sex."