After the Ball

"After the Ball," sung by Mr. George J. Ashley. A little maiden climbed an old man's knee. Begged for a story to watch it flee.

"Why are you single? Why live alone? Have you no babies? Have you no home?"

"I had a sweetheart years in the

morn. Who is now passed, you will soon mourn. Listen to the story, I'll tell it on. I believe her life lived after the ball."

Bright lights were flashing in the grand ballroom. Softly the music playing sweet tunes. "Fair lady, my sweetheart, I left my home. I weep no more, love, leave me alone.

When I return, still dance

with a man. Kissing my sweetheart, a lover's hand. Don't fill the glasses, don't get that soul. Just as my heart falls 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 cut through the ball. Many the poor girl went

mourning after the ball."