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Learn the story behind this ballad! • True Crime Ballads: Frankie Silver's Confe... Frank C. Brown Collection source for the melody- version B on page 323 https://archive.org/details/frankcbro... Full lyrics to the original ballad: https://www.ncpedia.org/media/francis... THANK YOU to my Patrons! www.patreon.com/sarolynch BECOME A PATRON with monthly donations! www.patreon.com/sarolynch WHERE ELSE YOU CAN FIND ME TikTok: songspeaksaro Website: https://www.sarosings.com/ Facebook: / sarosings Credits Writer and Producer: Saro Lynch-Thomason Lyrics: This dreadful, dark and dismal day Has swept my glories all away, My sun goes down, my days are past, And I must leave this world at last. I know that frightful ghosts I’ll see Gnawing their flesh in misery And then and there condemned be For murder in the first degree. There shall I meet that mournful face Whose blood I spilled upon this place; With flaming eyes to me he’ll say, “Why did you take my life away?” His feeble hands fell gently down, His chattering tongue soon lost its sound, To see his soul and body part It strikes with terror to my heart. The jealous thought that first gave strife To make me take my husband’s life, For months and days I spent my time Thinking on how to commit the crime. And on a dark and doleful night I put his body out of sight, With flames I tried him to consume, But time would not admit it done. You all see me and on me gaze, Be careful how you spend your days, And never commit this awful crime, But try to serve your God in time. My mind on solemn subjects rolls My little child God bless her soul All you who are of Adam’s race, Let not my sins this child disgrace Great God, how shall I be forgiven? Not fit for earth, not fit for heaven; But little time to pray to God, For now I try that awful road.