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Die with it in you: The Legend of Frankie Silver (1831)

For over two centuries, the mountain folks of North Carolina have been intrigued by the legend of Frankie Silver a young woman sentenced to hang for the axe murder and burning of her husband Charley Silver. What was the secret she took with her to her grave? And why has the story captured the imagination of so many generations of poets, storytellers, and musicians? Listener discretion is advised. Included in the episode is the original song "Frankie Silver (Take it to the Grave)" performed by Couldn't Be Happiers (featuring Brown Mountain Lightening Bugs on banjo and backup vocals). Used by permission. Songwriters: Jodi Hildebran (BMI) and Jordan Crosby Lee (ASCAP) Publishers: BMI- Eddie C Life Music ASCAP- Mediterranean Sun Sync rights: Music of the Sea https://couldntbehappiers.com/ * "Francis Silvers' Confession" The Lenoir Topic North Carolina Wednesday, March 24, 1886 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. Oh! Lord, what will become of me? I am condemned you all now see, To heaven or hell my soul must fly All in a moment when I die. Judge Daniel has my sentence pass'd Those prison walls I leave at last, Nothing to cheer my drooping head Until I'm numbered with the dead. But oh! that Dreadful Judge I fear; Shall I that awful sentence hear: "Depart ye cursed down to hell And forever there to dwell"? I know that frightful ghosts I'll see Gnawing their flesh in misery, And then and there attended 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. I took his blooming days away, Left him no time to God to pray, And if his sins fall on his head Must I not bear them in his stead? The jealous thought that first gave strife To make me take my husband's life, For months and days I spent my time Thinking how to commit this 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 roll; My little child, God bless its soul! All you that are of Adams race, Let not my faults this child disgrace. Farewell good people, you all now see What my bad conduct's brought on me-- To die of shame and disgrace Before this world of human race. * Social media: Facebook - Old Fashioned Murder and Mayhem Instagram - mindys_murder_and_mayhem Email - melindamaloo@gmail.com About me: Retired as head of genealogy from Jefferson County Library, Missouri. Storyteller at heart.