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THE LOUISVILLE BURGLAR Sung by: Unknown A city you all know well. Brought up by honest parents, The truth to you I tell. Raised up by honest parents, Raised up most tenderly, ‘Til I became a burglar At the age of twenty-three. Then I was arrested, Put in the Louisville jail. My friends and my relations Tried getting me out on bail, But the jury found me guilty. The clerk, he wrote it down. The judge, he passed a sentence: One year in Frankfurt town. I saw my dear old father, A-pleading at the bar. I saw my dear old mother, A-tearing out her hair-- A-tearing out those old gray locks-- The tears were rolling down. She says, “My son, what have you done? You’re off for Frankfurt town.” They put me on the eastbound train One cold December day, And every city I passed through, I heard the people say, “There goes that Louisville burglar, In . . .” Also found in Randolph, Vol. II, #136. |
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