Annie Franklin (Collected by Kenneth Peacock) with MIDI file
See also: The Bad Girl's Lament (Wade Hemsworth)
As I was a-walking one fine summer's morning,
As I was a-walking one morning in May;
I spied a fair damsel rolled up in red flannel,
Rolled up in red flannel as cold as the clay.
"Mother, dear mother, come sit down beside me,
Sit down beside me, a story I'll tell;
My poor head is aching, my sad heart is breaking,
Oh mother, dear mother, I know I've done wrong.
"Mother, dear mother, take care of the baby,
Teach her and guide her along the right way;
When she gets sixteen please tell her my story,
'Twas of her young mother, who was led astray.
"Mother, dear mother, please send for the doctor,
Send for the priest to pray over me;
Send for that young man who stands on the corner,
For he was the young man who led me astray."
He stands on the corner, he sees the corpse passing,
"There goes the girl whom I led astray;
First to the barroom and next to the dance hall,
Up to the hospital and down to her grave.
"Here lies the form of a girl who was handsome,
Here lies the form of a girl who was gay;
Here lies the form of sweet Annie Franklin,
And she was the young girl whom I led astray."
####.... Author unknown. Variant of a British broadside ballad, The Bad Girls Lament [Laws Q26] American Balladry From British Broadsides (G. Malcolm Laws, 1957) ....####
Collected in 1959 from Mrs. Wallace Kingsley of Isle aux Morts, NL, by Kenneth Peacock and published in Songs Of The Newfoundland Outports, Volume 2, pp.420-421, by the National Museum of Canada (1965) Crown Copyrights Reserved.
Kenneth Peacock noted that this and several related ballads (including The Cowboy's Lament and St. James Infirmary Blues) are descendants of the eighteenth century broadside, The Unfortunate Rake. After a life of dissipation, the original rake died of syphilis. In this Newfoundland variant his female descendant (literary, that is) dies of unspecified causes. Peacock, perhaps with tongue in cheek, went on to say, the corpses, whether male or female, are usually wrapped up in white linen, not red flannel. Perhaps Annie took a chill.