Man on the Flying Trapeeze

Man on the Flying Trapeeze

MAN ON THE FLYING TRAPEZE 1867 |
ONCE I WAS HAPPY BUT NOW I’M FORLORN,
LIKE AN OLD COAT
THAT IS TATTERED AND TORN.
LEFT IN THIS WIDE WORLD
TO FRET AND TO MOURN,
BETRAYED BY A MAID IN HER TEENS.
THE GIRL THAT I LOVED
SHE WAS HANDSOME.
I TRIED ALL I KNEW, HER TO PLEASE.
BUT I COULD NOT PLEASE HER
A QUARTER AS WELL,
AS THE MAN ON THE FLYING TRAPEZE.
HE’D FLY THROUGH THE AIR
WITH THE GREATEST OF EASE,
THE DARING YOUNG MAN
ON THE FLYING TRAPEZE.
HIS MOVEMENTS WERE GRACEFUL,
ALL GIRLS HE COULD PLEASE,
AND MY LOVE HE HAS PURLOINED AWAY.