Back in nineteen thirteen

On a cool September night,

The Devil's evil torch of death

Was starting to ignite,

Before the night was over

Its dreadful flames would roar,

And then Little Mary Phagan

Would lie dead upon the floor.

Little Mary, do you roam

In those darkened Georgia pines?

Are you hiding in the shadows

When that ghostly moonlight shines?

Do you pray that we will hear

What you want to tell us most,

The secret only known

By Little Mary's Ghost.

Suspects for your murder

Were beginning to expand,

A watchman and a janitor

Had blood upon their hands,

But rumors spread like ripples

On waiting river banks,

Casting doubt upon your Jewish

Supervisor, Leo Frank.

You left unanswered questions

Of your horror and abuse,

And Leo left this world

In a Vigilante's noose.

Little Mary, do you roam

In those darkened Georgia pines?

Are you hiding in the shadows

When that ghostly moonlight shines?

Do you pray that we will hear

What you want to tell us most,

The secret only known

By Little Mary's Ghost.