Mary Phagan

Little Mary Phagan she left her home one day;
She went to the pencil factory to get her little pay
She left her home at eleven she kissed her mother goodbye;
Not one time did the poor child think that she was a-going to die.
Leo Frank he met her with a brutish heart, we know;
He smiled and said, "Little Mary You won't go home no more."
Sneaked along behind her till she reached the metal room.
He laughed, and said, "Little Mary You have met your fatal doom."

Down upon her knees to Leo Frank she pled,
He taken a stick from the trash-pile and struck her across the head.
Tears flow down her rosy cheeks while the blood flows down her back;
Remembered telling her mother what time she would be back.
You killed little Mary Phagan it was on one holiday;
Called for old Jim Conley to carry her body away.
He taken her to the basement she was bound both hand and feet;
Down in the basement Little Mary she did sleep.

Newt Lee was the watchman who went to wind his key;
Down in the basement Little Mary he did see.
Went in and called the officers whose names I do not know;
Come to the pencil factory said, "Newt Lee, you must go."
Come, all you jolly people wherever you may be;
Suppose little Mary Phagan belonged to you or me.
Now little Mary's mother she weeps and mourns all day,
Praying to meet little Mary in a better world someday.

Now little Mary's in heaven Leo Frank's in jail,
Waiting for the day to come when he can tell his tale.
Frank will be astonished when the angels come to say
"You killed little Mary Phagan it was on one holiday."
Judge he passed the sentence then he reared back;
If he hang Leo Frank it won't bring little Mary back.
Frank he's got little children and they will want for bread;
Look up at their papa's picture, say "now my papa's dead."
Judge he passed the sentence he reared back in his chair;
He will hang Leo Frank and give the Negro a year.
Next time he passed the sentence You bet he passed it well;
Well, Solister H. M. sent Leo Frank to hell.