The Ballad Of Frank Dupree

Come on my friends. Through out the land.
Take this, advice from me.

Quit your drinkin', that old brandy.
Don't live like Frank Dupree.

Frank he was captured, and he went to trial.
The judge said, you'll never be free.

You'll be hung on the gallows tree.

Mother and father, won't you come here.
Come see the last, of your son.

Do you see what the ramblin and drinkin the rum.
And the spoiled life has done.

Lookin at my mother, these words she said to me.
Oh son. Oh son, what have you done.
That you've be hung on the gallows tree.

Well I've courted many girls
With a dark and rollin eyes.
I ask my love, for to marry me.
And no was her reply.

We walked along quite easily.
From the hills we came on down.
I stabbed her with my little thin knife.
And she fell off on the ground.

So listen to, these words I say.
Don't let, yourself become.
A lover, of this dreadful life.
And a drinker of the rum.