A little maiden climbed an old man's knee Begged for a story - "Do, uncle, please!" Why are you single; why live alone? Have you no babies; have you no home?" "I had a sweetheart, years, years ago; Where she is now, pet, you will soon know. List to the story, I'll tell it all, I believed her faithless, after the ball." After the ball is over, After the break of morn - After the dancers' leaving; After the stars are gone; Many a heart is aching, If you could read them all; Many the hopes that have vanished After the ball. |
"Bright lights were flashing in the grand ballroom, Softly the music, playing sweet tunes. There came my sweetheart, my love, my own - 'I wish some water; leave me alone.' When I returned, dear, there stood a man, Kissing my sweetheart, as lovers can. Down fell the glass, pet, broken, that's all. Just as my heart was, after the ball." After the ball is over . . . . "Long years have passed child, I've never wed True to my lost love, though she is dead. She tried to tell me, tried to explain; I would not listen, pleadings were vain. One day a letter came from that man, He was her brother - the letter ran. That's why I'm lonely, no home at all; I broke her heart, pet, after the ball." After the ball is over . . . . |
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